kindness: a poem

Before you know what kindness really is,

you must lose things,

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,

only kindness that ties your shoes

and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,

only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say

It is I you have been looking for,

and then goes with you everywhere

like a shadow or a friend.

–Naomi Shihab Nye, Words Under the Words, Eighth Mountain Press, 1995

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