Take My Hand

Can I whisper some words
Things forgotten and broken
From long ago, now on the wayside
Passed over, almost never spoken

Love is more valuable than gold
Not the kind talked of in stories
But given free to a world in need
Spread without price in all its glory

Kindness without cost or return
Compassion without expectation
Lack of hubris in all that is done
Quiet understanding in patience

Stoic Poetry


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