I felt a pang of enmity
In shoulder and in heart
A pang that measures friend from foe
Who, once loved, now forgot.
But enmity and absolution
Couldn’t share the thoughts of one
A lover with a dagger drawn
Spells irony to some
To heal, to treat, perambulate
Attend to task at hand
Others would awaken
Compassion in that man.
Beholden love, beholden trust
Respect met Graciousness that day
Invited Care, Consideration
To participate, to stay.
Notice the feather in his cap
See the bird resting on the sill
Bravo those attending him
Thank God they always will
Give of themselves what’s within
Release, absolve, commute
Consider not the worth of man
But the moral absolute.
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