History Forgets Kindness
I can care for as long as the moment lasts
But then it fades like low lying morning clouds
There is an exhaustion in total commitment
That cloaks my emotion in layers of shrouds
Does God have the same attention span as I do
Swirling seas and gases in a burst of creativity
Setting in motion what no man could ever question
Streaks of light from the distance of our longevity
There was a soul to be planted, but first dark matter
He had no reference except his own hellish vision
Silently or not each canvas burned, layer upon layer
Until what remained was our earthly prison
Now we seek a personal relationship with the unseen
The randomness of life pervading our every decision
We ask for a blessing even as we know our unworthiness
In silence he watches us reconcile prayer to outcome
History records no instance of random kindness to a stranger
Everything we know is from a speech or an accomplishment
Though God taught man to forgive and love our neighbor
The good live in anonymity, without public acknowledgement
Can truth survive, cloaked in pleasantries and a soft heart?
Is comfort selfishness forcing another man to settle for less?
Understanding is reserved only for those of similar disposition
While our contrasts give way to what we must later confess
Was the world created for our inspiration or for our shelter?
For God gave both beauty and nourishment in the same seed
But did he do it for the glory of man or for the glory of himself?
Do the creations of man serve his own ego or his own need?
A crowd of people or rustling leaves speak for themselves
To describe them to you is not the intimacy of the moment
But to tell you how it made me feel can bring you closer to me
Once you understand how I felt our bond becomes permanent
The evolution of man can be described on a thousand pages
Or maybe just in the sad smile of a kind woman
She was born a selfish baby who only thought about crying
But passed known only by strangers and a grateful husband