As I notice the sick,
I see trouble, heartache, and anguish.
A new-found sympathy presses down.
It’s not the visible that worries,
It’s the wounds, we cannot lick,
That drag us down.
It’s the scars within,
The broken, misshapen and
Twisted thoughts, that
The soul most;
These are the greatest sin.
Though some may deny it,
We all have flaws and suffer.
It’s the invisible defects,
The cracks inside,
Hidden from view,
That the world neglects.
It’s those unseen, that hurt the most,
As we swerve to deflect
Untold sorrow and strain.
Some portray a faultless,
Pure and polished facade,
Living a secular life, still undiagnosed.
Some fail to believe, that there is no reprieve,
They gain a false security, as they doubt
That we all will succumb,
For there’s no immunity to tragedy.
Thus make service and serenity, a goal and reality.
Stay in the present, in the now, it’s all we have.
Forever is formed in the moment, we call today,
So do not stray, very far from today.