Compassion
It is one's compassion,
And beliefs...
To alleviate a grief felt.
With a bringing to others...
A feeling of relief,
That is received and released.
To asist in the melting...
With a helping of it to go away.
Distress seems to be left,
Everywhere on one's path today.
Another who cares,
Isn't 'asked' to be there...
But is there,
Anyway.
That is compassion,
Fashioned...
From understanding another's pain.
Compassion that is fashioned,
From a mode of action...
That one sustains.
It is not a style to maintain,
When the mood of it goes.
It is there to show,
With sincerity...
As it's received.
That is compassion,
Fashioned...
From understanding another's pain.
Compassion that is fashioned,
From a mode of action...
That one sustains.
Distress seems to be left,
Everywhere on one's path today.
Another who cares,
Isn't 'asked' to be there...
But is there,
Anyway.
And if asked to stay,
That one with compassion...
Will!
That one,
That comes with compassion...
Will.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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