4. kindness

What is it
Exactly?
I recognize the difference,
But I cannot name it.

She has a look, a way about her
I can't define.
I realize my need for her
But know I am unworthy.

It must have a name,
For I know it is real.

Kindness.
--in a glance
--in a touch
--in a whisper

Her eyes speak loudly
And yet, I strain to hear.

Like a child,
Rebellious for the sake of rebellion,
I avoid good sense
Because I desire to be rescued
from my awful state.
To be pitied.

The law was established
To increase fault.
Her law is love
And my fault was indifference.

How shall kindness be repaid?
With more kindness, you say?
But does kindness remain
When met with malice?

Yes.

Though the debt of kindness be unpaid,
Kindness is yet a light.
And the sun still shines
Even if all the world be blind.


It must have been so
with her--