A return to the rule: The Golden Rule.

We were not tricked. 

The mean were.

As they came freshly from the cocoon floating high into the air.

But were swatted away by a hand.

So they guessed they were supposed to become swatters.

I wish we all knew.

I wish we all could see the burdens of others.

I wish we had enough heart and faith left to care.

To believe that we should care.
To not be afraid to care.


To hold their hand as they cry...
Whose hand? Blast!--who cares whose hand it is.
Hold all of the hands you can find.
To hold them and say:
Just tell me what happened, from the beginning.
And listen.
To just listen until they stop talking.

For those of you who are still waiting and on your last ounce of wonder.

Waiting to walk past some person who will

Please God, just smile.

I will be her.

I will be unfailingly here for you.

Begging you to see that you weren’t wrong.

You weren’t wrong.

That kindness is real.

It’s here.

It’s everything,

After all.