IN THE SERVICE OF THE HEART

When the toll
of woeful things
that other people do
somehow pain
or misfortune
to them
brings,
and it makes you
blue,

sometimes the best,
and maybe
the one sole thing,
you can do
is love them
from the heart
deep in your breast,

and recognize them
for the wonder that they are,
and in their service,
in the way THEY want,
be steadily available
and true.

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