So Be Kind

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 So Be Kind


We know not of another's suffering,

The why or how of their agency use.

We only know each is divine spirit,

Which is reason to avoid their abuse.


We know not of another's suffering,

The where or when of each experience taught.

We do know each child touches a Savior 

When they reach for a consoling thought.


So be kind

So be kind

For each brother of mankind

For until all are aware

That the secret is "to care",

Each soul's suffering can never end.


We know not of another's suffering.

The who they are and what they think.

We do know that each is a wanderer,

Who needs a hand that holds all in sync.



~P.S. Colley

January 2025

Songs of Fallen Angels


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