Each face in shadow bears Truth's light,
Each hand outstretched carries Heaven's flame,
Each hungry mouth speaks sacred words,
Each fallen form holds cosmic worth.
When you tend wounds on stranger's flesh,
When you pour drink for parched lips,
When you clothe bodies shivering cold,
When you shelter those without homes,
You touch the garment of God himself,
You heal the heart of the Universe,
You mend the fabric of All-Being,
You participate in Nature's grace.
Neglect not the sparrow's broken wing,
Ignore not the beggar's pleading eyes,
Turn not from the prisoner's lonely cell,
For God dwells in society's margins.
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Very nice Gray a poem that I am on board with all the way. Everything is connected in this world and helping the smallest is only helping ourselves.
Thanks Soren I agree brother
BRAVO
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