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..