Flesh and blood people
Underneath heaven’s steeple
See earthen cripples
Do we really see?
People are not really free
We just let it be . . .
Do we pass on by?
Whistle and look at the sky
As we say ‘goodbye’
Tag: Caring
High Purpose of Service (Octave)
To take another by the hand
In caring love with no demand,
And to bolster the trembling heart
Is truly an heavenly art;
To take the low part of service
Is to then live in high purpose
And the reward remains wordless,
Indescribable in richness. . .
Note: Eight lines with eight syllables in each
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