Poem: Acts Of Kindness

The bugle sounds
The drum resounds
Lines are being drawn
Forces are maneuvering
Battles are brewing
The fate of the world
Is held by a thread.
Voices cry out
Warnings go unheeded
Aspersions being cast
Pain and fear
Anger and grief
Evident for all
With ears to hear.
Hearts and minds
Wrestle inwardly
Uncertain what to believe
The clock of destruction
Ticks inexorably on.
Can we break this cycle?
Can we avert disaster?
All the odds
Seem stacked against
Love and life
Hope and faith.
And yet
I see a chance
Buried deep
Drowned out
By visceral vitriol
Yet present
Thumping steady and slow
Like a calm heartbeat
Through the course of time.
The small acts of kindness
Done by common folk
Resilient and persistent
In an unforgiving world
Spread ripples
Across space and time.
A hidden power
Fueled by the best
Medley of
Love and hope and faith.
This may yet
Be our saving grace
And guide us
To the kingdom we long for.
Let it be so.