The House of Human Kindness (a poem of inspiration)
The foundation, the base, of this, our human race...at its very core,
The good of heart, the kindness there... beacon that shines before.
Those brightest spirits, do then come forth, and help to light the day,
The dark of heart, their unkindness shone, out shined in every way.
As each brick is placed, a good deed done, as dominoes of strength,
Raised high to tower and to weather the storms, all the walls, at length.
A finest roof to shelter and give rest, every nail, well driven in its place,
The grand house of human kindness, our fine sanctuary to embrace.
Mighty pillars we find, in front to greet, are a sign of all greatest power,
Our structure represents the best of men, time spent well in every hour.
Does give shelter and a home, secure, from all storms and woes of life,
A place to seek in times of stress, comfort, in those terrible times of strife.
In our home we shun no one, accepting all, regardless of color or creed,
Feeding the hungry and to clothe the poor, providing every human need.
The milk of all human kindness, runs very deep, and from within the soul,
So quenches the longing for drink, of the thirsty, needy children, to console.
The house of all human kindness, to proudly stand upon the flowering hill,
Down through the ages, written on all the pages, the reflective spirit, still.
A home to accept the strong and weak, God's family, the bold, or so mild,
A symbol of omnipotence, in its magnitude, for that of every mother's child.
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