Sensitivity
Sensitivity is a cleansing effect for the heart.
It is the Christ child
that dances in our spirits
and fingers that wipe tears shed.
It is a humble yet regal reward from
one soul to another
for just being human.
Sensitivity is the bread that feeds the hungry
and warms the homeless in a winter wind.
It is hope in the time of sorrow
and shelter in the time of rage.
It is the union of brothers and sisters that have
no knowledge of each other from worlds
apart.
Sensitivity is our inner Gandhi and verbal Maya.
It grows in each of us and increases with age
and yet
gracefully.
It is the shy kitten that people of like kind
see
when they look at us.
It is our true face.
Sensitivity is the holding cell for vulnerability
and the treasure chest for hope.
It is all of everything us,
human, animal, earth, spirit
and God.
WYLD STYLZ
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