Ode to Compassion

Compassion, what does it look like?
Sound like? Feel like?

What is the why beyond just the biological need
to not be alone?
to be a part of the herd?
to be protected from the evils
of the dark?

Compassion looks like two souls who have chosen to walk together
Through an old growth forest with old moss-covered maple trees
Lending their green light, a serene shade on a hot summer day,
Just because they want to be with each other to unlock a secret.

Compassion sounds like the gentle wind whispering through the leaves
Careful not to disturb the sacred silence of two hearts beating in rhythm.
Compassion is the sound of soft and tender words echoing in the stillness
Giving back sweet energy to the trees and the world around them.

Compassion feels like a cool ocean breeze on a hot summer day,
A warm touch on a cold shoulder, a hug to ripple through a sea of sadness.
Compassion is a soft sense of nearness to a solitary secluded heart,
A feeling that all is well even when the mind cries, “There is no peace”.

Compassion means love, not the kind that runs rapid on the streets of chaos,
But the kind that settles into a quiet fear and says it’s okay to breathe.
It is the love that shouts, “There is joy in life!” when two hearts beat together;
It is knowing it’s okay to be you; it’s okay to be me, it’s okay to be us.