The Smile Poem by John Ackerman

there is a smile below
there is a smile above
betwixt the heart of praise
a lonely heart found love

a soul devides then parts
on every circumstance we can learn
to take part in the dance
in quiteness I must confess

the cause of togetherness
my soul permeates a reason for being
in the changing of the season
there is the smile that holds

it also offends
let the reader understand
a beacon of light onto
a hurting world in need of love

nestled from the tender hand from up above
through common cadence we both can agree
the soft pitter patter of the amazing melody
in sullen brevity we can fondly agree