Goodness Poem by Sasho Ognenovski

Everybody is having
A few goodness in his hand.
But that hand need to be bestrowed
That whole world to see it.

Everybody is having goodness in his eyes,
Only when they are clean,
Limpid.

Everybody is having goodness in his heart,
And it heave to be
Unweeped
In the kiss of the morning
Washed.

The goodness is everywhere.
Only the cry to be heard less,
The hands full of goodness to
Join together,
And eyes to be limpid.