yet,
however powerful, poetic,
evocative our words might be
and however they move
our hearts and souls as well
as those who might hear them,
they are like leaves blown around
in the gusty winds of November
unless we turn those letters,
those syllables, those sentences
into compassion which cradles
the broken hearts of the lonely,
into courage which refuses to bend
in loyalty to the cruel,
into hope which plants its feet
in the path of the despisers,
into love which proves more tenacious
than all the forces hate tries to muster.
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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