Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Compassion

Days are lighter longer,
winter can't possibly stay,
the ice and snow will melt
as spring finds its way.

Some things seem impossible
that there is nothing we can do,
but in all reality the sky never
fades from shades of blue.

~

Hello Sunshine,
I recognize you well,
the smile in the morning
the magic sent spell.

Snowflakes might be falling,
the days dark and cold,
but when I think of you,
I feel your loving hold.

Hello Sunshine,
I recognize you well,
the smile in the morning
the magic sent spell.







Compassion-
 the keen ability to see through the eyes of another.




To emotionally sense
or understand the needs
of another.

The conscious awareness
of a plight in a depth
that might go variably
unseen.

The willingness to reach out,
to comfort in many ways,
relieving a troubled soul
and sending stress on its way.










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1 comment:

Margie said...

I have met some souls with great compassion and they are a treasure.
Your poem rings very true