It's better to be kind

Sadness over yesterday's attack

 

It’s better to be kind

by jack

 

 

Crosswinds fuel my kindred soul

Flashes of the past

Lost of all I can’t control

Nothing seems to last

 

What was good has stood its ground

Flaming arrows tipped

Wincing at the awful sound

Tethered more than ripped

 

Drinking of the fruited vine

Honeysuckle tea

Caught between the face of time

Ever running free

 

Standing far behind the crowd

Falling in the square

Shouting in a voice that’s loud

How can this be fair

 

When the sun does find our face

And flowers tend to grow

Every step we now retrace

You’d think that we would know

 

Nature beats a woven path

Winding through the hills

Think about the aftermath

In amongst the thrills

 

Find these words that I do scrawl

Chiseled in the stone

Here along these painted walls

Coming to atone

 

Find your heart and make it breathe

The crosswinds you do find

Then in course you will believe

It’s better to be kind

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Frieda P]

If only Jack...such an unbelievable tragedy, your words come across loud & clear, unfortunately to those that are blind, this will fall on deaf ears. Nice tribute and reminder in your words.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much.