Kindness Poem by Adrian Wait

Deficient of kindness
Tis a cold, indifferent world
Where seldom does love
Walk in order to sense
the shape of another’s story
Divinity is present when
We rise to the challenge
Posed by another's broken self
We are at our most complete
when we meet weakness
with hearts and ears open
when we listen with love
not with category in mind
or rejection, but with love,
In listening we shall be heard
And the cost, I hear you say?
The outlay of your life
For what was lost is found
To defend the vulnerable
You will become vulnerable
Categorised and labelled
Tis a cold, indifferent world
Deficient of kindness.