We ought to hold—

in hearts so gentle

the slightest ripple of pain

in others

can move us,

with eyes so open

to the needs

of others

that the slightest

pang of hunger

sends us with food,

with ears so eager

to listen

that even a sigh

on a busy day

catches our attention,

with hands so supple

in doing good

that they move

almost without thought

to wipe away a tear,

to rub a sob-racked shoulder,

to help lift the soul-bending burden—

a love so tough and stubborn

that it could even embrace

someone just like us,

and not let go

though the whole world

try to turn us.

H. Arnett

5/12/11