Be harmless as doves.

There is something ever more beautiful inside us, a person.

What above people can be called beautiful?

Yes, alone, I can see it too in things.

In messes, in nature, in careful art.

But a person is all things.

We are helpless little things,

Plopped down into this world,

And we are all ushered along a timeline.

On our timeline we run into stuff,

Bumping a situation, a person.

We are acted upon.

Now: make sense of it all.

But I look around and say,

“What’s going on here?”

We all go our way,

Go it with and without fear.

But go we must.

And feel we will.

And hope and love,

And fast and still.

Then just try to imagine,

Looking down on it all.

Watching them bump along,

And hoping for them, each one.

That they, when they bump,

Or pass by another,

Will please say “Hi” and smile,

And lovingly roll along.

That when one is putt-putting.

Fearing, angry, or alone,

The others might bump lighter into him,

And whisper “Shalom”.

We can do so much by stopping to say,

“I’m here, and I care, and I’m listening.”

And you’re there and you’re imperfect,

But I see that I am too.

There is no reason for me not to love you.

There never has been,

And also there never will be.

So we are destined to forever collide,

But pass along an envelope with this message inside.

We all are here together and can’t help the lot of it,

And we will love each other without command or fit.