Blessed is the jewel
That isn’t afraid of smokes of coal,
Ruffling its shape.
Blessed is the one who is open
And implants himself in knowledge and wisdom
To captivate his openness
Even more
And create within empathy.
Blessed is the pebble
Who rolls over hills
As if it makes
As much of an impact
As a boulder
For it is right.
Have you seen the new path
Of the ant colony?
Blessed is the one who strives to know souls
By seeking, rather than assumption.
Blessed is the one who colors life warmly,
Yet never colors over
The frigid ones that yearn for warmth—
Only invites them in for coffee.
Blessed is the one who is overflowing
With gentle generosity and wisdom,
Who is silent, yet strong in strength and in grace—
The one of invisible footprints
That capture us, call us,
To deepen and dampen our feet in the snow.