what then, we wonder as
we pull our coats tighter,
we push our wallets
deeper in our pockets,
double the security
on our safe little lives, but
that fellow standing in the water,
dripping with grace, gives a slight smile,
pointing to the little kids
shivering in winter’s thin wind,
to the widow who still
puts her husband’s pjs under his pillow,
to the immigrants struggling
to learn a new language.
just be kind, the ordinary,
everyday sort of kindness
which is the foundation
of everyday, ordinary humanity.
for it is not with arguments
or boots on the ground,
but with warm mittens,
loaves of bread and
bowls of soup,
hands wide open to let
another person’s hopes
rest there, which builds
God’s Beloved Community.
(c) 2025 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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