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



Excellent! I like the rhyme. Very moving.
These times are terrifying, Jen. Sending peace. 🤍🤍