The world is full of pain and inadequacies,
Dripping with many an evil men,
Whose hearts burn with ungratefulness,
Whose desires are only but selfish.
What if, amongst these men,
You came out and stood alone?
Released light amidst darkness,
Radiated your goodness in every corner.
What if you became generous and saved,
Those who are persecuted by the wrath of lack?
Stopped for a while and helped the old woman,
Trying to cross the street while others mock her.
What if you, you never judged anyone?
But showered them with fountains of love,
Made them realize who they are,
And what they can do to change the world.
What if, you appreciated everything around you?
Even if they caused much pain for you to bear,
Is it not what the Good Lord commanded us?
In everything give thanks, always.
If you can honor everything however small they are,
If you can love everyone whoever they are,
If you can learn the art of gratitude in everything,
Then your life would be simple and fulfilling.
© May 2018, Boygene Borice
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 3:22 AM UTC
The world is full of pain and inadequacies,
Dripping with many an evil men,
Whose hearts burn with ungratefulness,
Whose desires are only but selfish.
What if, amongst these men,
You came out and stood alone?
Released light amidst darkness,
Radiated your goodness in every corner.
What if you became generous and saved,
Those who are persecuted by the wrath of lack?
Stopped for a while and helped the old woman,
Trying to cross the street while others mock her.
What if you, you never judged anyone?
But showered them with fountains of love,
Made them realize who they are,
And what they can do to change the world.
What if, you appreciated everything around you?
Even if they caused much pain for you to bear,
Is it not what the Good Lord commanded us?
In everything give thanks, always.
If you can honor everything however small they are,
If you can love everyone whoever they are,
If you can learn the art of gratitude in everything,
Then your life would be simple and fulfilling.
© May 2018, Boygene Borice
If we can see the world in a different way, we can live in a peaceful and tranquil way
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