To the damaged and oppressed
It lays its gentle hand, its gentle
breath, and asks for nothing.
To the wronged and dispossessed
It understands with a kindly hand
And be’s there without a sound.
To the despised and those dismissed
It offers its warm hand to temper
Loneliness, washing the mind clean
And bringing all to the light of wholeness.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
distilledvoice 
Ahhh, lovely!
<smile> I’d read ahead, barely glancing at the title, losing it from consciousness. So, at the end, I was left wondering:
It? What is it?
Until I scrolled up, revealing A Kindness
Ah, of course!
Perfect.
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thanks Patrick. You are most kind!
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Reblogged this on Kim is thinking out loud .
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Thanks Kim. Glad you liked.
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