I was thinking about the way
we have been huddling in our houses,
feeling cut off from the rest of the world,
other than the horrors we see
on our tv screens, yet how kindness
still weaves itself through our days,
in the way the clerk at the store
calls me "love" because I am elderly,
and no one else has called me that
in decades. It shines in the story
of someone leaping into icy waters
to rescue a dog the tide carried out,
just before he succumbs; or
how our eyes kindle as they meet
those we know, standing in line
patiently at the Post Office, because
only two can go in at a time;
and how careful we are to mask up,
to stand six feet apart,
to protect ourselves and each other,
because life is so precious,
so suddenly finite.
Old age is the highway of empathy.
By now, we have suffered and recovered
enough times to have compassion for
other struggling humans, not as far, yet,
along the path. We have surpassed
those rushing, impatient years
when we wanted everything at once
and the world, in its wisdom, said "Wait."
So, we beam at small children walking past,
exchange hand waves with infants
in their parents' arms, side/side, side/side,
like the Queen; carry a pocket of treats
for village dogs, who get to know this,
and drag their owners over every time
they spot us. These small moments
of interaction, which now comprise
the social entirety of our lives,
are enough to send us home, heart happy
and smiling, and loving this village,
this Island, this winter-wild ocean
with its roaring waves.
Maybe these moments
are, as the poet said,
the true dwelling of the holy
in our lives, our own fleeting temples.
They feel so, to me, this extending a smile
of kindness, the glance that says "I see you",
breathing silent blessings as we hold open the door
and our fellow human walks through --
small gifts of goodwill
to fellow beings hungry for such gestures
of grace and connection, that remind us
we live in a wonderful world,
one that we share together.
I've been thinking
of this all day.
Inspired by "Small Kindnesses" by Danusha Lameris. The italicized words are hers.
Grace and connection - powerful words that define the best of who we are and can be - together. Beautiful healing poem, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteyou are an inspiration, Sherry ~
ReplyDeleteVery thoughtful! Yes, I think we have to remember those small kindnesses, focus on the good, and be sure that we do our own kindnesses in return. Sometimes letting another person know we see them is enough!! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteWhat lovely thoughts. In spite of apparent divisions, we all want the same thing - a little love.
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