SERVICE JOY (POEM)
in Service
I was honored to be asked to share poems to encourage participation in the goals and mission of Globalizm. I asked myself, “what makes us care about each other in this world?” My answer: “when we remember our humanity and that we are more alike than different, we will care.” When we forget this commonality, we become sidetracked with the details of our busy lives – it’s human nature! However, I believe the smallest gestures of kindness will right our paths.
I hope my poem, “Service Joy” reflects our desire to care about each other as well as our human frailty and ability to “look away”. If you like this, please also check out my other poem Life Entwined.
Service Joy Joy in service is the greatest love for those whose arms open wide and whose steps are quick for those in need. With backs grown strong to lift the weight of those grown weak, on doorsteps near, or steppes afar. Some hear the service call, but, judge not those who hear nothing at all. Place a flower at their feet and hope the fragrance of petals therein fills their minds with fields of blooms of service joy. ~Cynthia~
Life Entwined (Poem)
in Oneness
I was honored to be asked to share poems to encourage participation in the goals and mission of Globalizm. I asked myself, “what makes us care about each other in this world?” My answer: “when we remember our humanity and that we are more alike than different, we will care.” When we forget this commonality, we become sidetracked with the details of our busy lives – it’s human nature! However, I believe the smallest gestures of kindness will right our paths.
I hope my poem, “Life Entwined,” reflects our desire to care about each other as well as our human frailty and ability to “look away”. I encourage you to consider and participate in all of the ways in which Globalizm is trying to make our world a better place!
Life Entwined Our lives entwined from source, not place, from common skin, all colors, and common bones to bear our weight and from those skin and bones we all escape, some early, some late. Together our ashes join the breeze to blind our eyes to differences among us and beckon our hearts to beat as one. ~Cynthia~