First, Compassion

(Next, Things We Can Do)

I wrote First Compassion when I lived in a 3rd floor walkup in Flagstaff, Arizona and regularly had Raven and Hawk visitors outside my window. Their presence inspired my poetry and reminded me that messengers come in many forms. I came across it today in my memories, and it aligns with this napkin rhyme I had planned for today’s Substack. Thank you for reading my rhymes, and for all the love you share with the World.

First Compassion

A raven balanced on a branch

A hawk flew high above

And little birds chirped out in song

That spoke to me of love-

And then I read the paper

Well at least the news online

And it seems we humans have forgot

That we are love Divine-

For I read of women being burned

Of rights being denied

Children killed in war zones

As mothers watched and cried

And some say it is hopeless

That this world is just too lost

Yet many others take a stand

To heal at any cost-

So in these times of chaos

No matter how we pray

Let’s say a prayer for fairness

That all may have a say-

Let’s ask for real protection

For those who have no shield

And food for those who hunger

That their bodies may be healed

Let’s be a friend to others

In loneliness and grief

And teach our kids compassion

As their very first belief~

Flagstaff, AZ 4-8-13