Kultivating Kindness, Karla
And, when finally, I saw That more then Respect, Kindness, was needed from me; How to be kind Is the question, Not, when. Who can perfect Kindness When trying to Serve The Judge Would it be kind to say: "Judgment imprisons Love In its knowing box, and... Thereby, knows nothing!" Or, kinder still, to say nothing And by overlooking, Slip free again Into the afternoon sun. For I know It is not kind To allow or let myself Be hung on Any judgment, Save God's, alone. © 2004 Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.