Threads of Compassion

Threads of Compassion

In the quiet corners where the world often forgets,

Lies a tender warmth, a light that never sets.

From the heart of each soul, a silent promise blooms,

Kindness, a river, that gently soothes all wounds.

Compassion is the whisper in the morning's first light,

The gentle nudge to see beyond the sight.

It's in the hands that reach without any demand,

In the eyes that see the heart, not just the stand.

Kindness is the art of truly listening,

To the unspoken words, the silent glistening.

It's the choice to give when there's little to share,

To offer comfort, to show you care.

In the tapestry of life, where threads of fate entwine,

Compassion weaves its magic, making the harshness fine.

It's in the smile that greets a stranger's face,

In the pause that gives another space.

Like autumn leaves that fall to nourish the earth,

Acts of kindness give our lives their worth.

They're the stories told in the quiet of the night,

The arms that hold when there's no end in sight.

For in this dance of human grace,

Compassion and kindness find their place.

They are the balm for every sorrow known,

A reminder we're never truly alone.

So let us weave with threads of gold,

The stories of kindness, both bold and untold.

For in each act of love, small or grand,

We craft a world where all can stand.

Let compassion be our guide, our light,

Kindness, our beacon in the night.

Together, they shape a world so fine,

Where every heart can truly shine.