Poem: The Quiet Gift

Be kind—not loud, not proud, not grand,
But like a breeze that warms the hand,
A silent nod, a gentle tone,
A seed of peace so softly sown.

Be kind when anger fills the air,
When eyes grow hard with pain or care.
A softer word, a slower pace,
Can turn a storm to calm and grace.

Be kind not just to those who shine,
But to the ones who fall behind—
The overlooked, the world forgot,
The weary soul who hurts a lot.

Be kind when no one else can see,
When kindness is no victory.
It still will bloom, it still will grow,
And feed a heart you’ll never know.

For in the end, it’s not the fame,
Or wealth, or power, or praised name—
But how you made another feel,
That marks your life as true and real.

So be the light, the hand, the guide—
The one who simply stood beside.
It costs you little, yet you’ll find:
The world is healed by being kind.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie