You said that you hope I aren’t this nice all the time.
That if I am, people might take advantage of my kindness.
I say that I hope I am.
I hope that I am as kind and patient to a lost child,
as I am to the spider descending onto my shoulder.
I hope that I am as warm and welcoming as a hearth,
as I wrap my body around my grieving friend.
I hope that I always reach out my hand,
and grasp onto yours firmly and gently.
And I hope,
that when I forget to be kind to myself,
a little bit of the love I give the world
finds its way back to me, to forgive me,
and give me hope.
Written by Jou Hatsu
