The Ark Poem by jackie compton

The Ark of being human.
It the ability to look into the morrow of one's soul.
See the things that one like and like the things one sees.
Understand the person with in, and not the projection of what one think it should be.

The ark of being human is the emotion that controls the heart and soul.
The understanding no man is a island all to himself.
The knowledge and ability to comprehend the facts
One man right to stand alone.
Is just as great as one man right to stand with many.
The right to be different, but excepted as a member of mankind.

The ark that I am required to build.
It is not held together by nails.
But by A random act of kindness.