“Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment,
like salt in a weakened broth.

What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go, so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness …

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you;
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive …

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore;
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread;
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
‘It is I you have been looking for’ …

And then it goes with you every where,
like a shadow — or a friend.”

~ Naomi Shihab Nye

Filed under: Peace-full Poetry by Scaughdt