Whenever I fail, I remember that I am as imperfect

as any other human being on earth.

Everyone has it harder than me,

and has harder battles to fight.

Every day, my soul flinches,

at the hatred, cruelty,

and  rage around me.

Every day, I bow to the real miracle,

walking gently and peacefully through the world.

The world has music for those

will listen,

it is a gift to dream and drink

from generosity’s well.

The moon restores me by night,

the rain washes away my anger

and worry,

the wind blows compassion and empathy,

into my heart.

When I no longer succumb to hostility

and anger, and judgment,

then there is no more anger,

and there is no fear.

I come to a sweeter and gentler place,

I walk as if the earth kisses my feet.

Everyone wants what I want, everyone

dreams the same dreams.

Please help me to walk gently, talk softly,

not all wounds can be seen,  help me to

walk gently in the lives of others, and on

the blessed earth..