An Act of Praise

This isn't a poem, but it also isn't a story, a chapter or any of my other choices:-) Its just a late night thought in prose.

  An Act of Praise


You know...I was just sitting here thinking about how difficult it often is to help someone see what is so obviously truth. But I forget that we simply are not viewing life from the same perspective. Our levels of observation are not the same. Some ascend to heights that others simply cannot glimpse or imagine. Some descend to depths where others would simply choose not to go, and most would fear drowning or the bends . We see the world around us differently and it is futile to try and change another’s reality. It is as ingrained as our own is on us. But there is a universal connector that surpasses all perceptions, erases all differences, rises above all circumstances, and connects us to our inherent similarities. It often effects the very change we are powerless to force. We all have the same needs and desires beneath the personas we have erected to present to the world, we all are pilgrims walking with feet of clay. I think that connector is kindness, the empathy we extend to another that springs from the well of our humanity and our recognition of a brother....that place of knowing where love covers a multitude of sins and celebrating ones authenticity is an act of Praise.

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[mysticgmekeepr]

ditto

[Ed Hart]

you melt my heart