Forgive my disappearance

Good people are blessings, but they are so aloof.
It’s what I sense in everyday life,
at elevator door, in the hallway,
and crowded train, at traffic signal,
on lonely gratutude lists, face to face conversations,
or in the presence of preachers and wordy liars.

If I were a perfect person, I would be doing
something to expose all the goodness of good people-
I would be unmuting their silence, peeling their masks,
and putting some words on things they do.

I am not, though I pause whenever I am awed by
the number of good people I come across.
I sing a prayer for them, wishing
their lonegivity in a world that does not have
correct attention span anymore.

Maybe that’s why I am so often away,
filling emptiness with words,
noting wishes my way.

Forgive my disappearance.

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15 thoughts on “Forgive my disappearance

  1. Words of wisdom. Even if you didn’t intend for them to be so. With all the bad publicity circling around the world, there are so many MANY good people out there, just living their lives, being good being part of their nature. Welcome back.

  2. There is a lot of truth to your poem, I notice the same mannerisms in my everyday outings, and pick up on such kindness when it is given being I feel it is slowly drifting afar as though it no longer holds importance in the world anymore.

    1. I so agree. Every single time I come across goodness, I wonder why this kind of stories are not out everywhere. Good people don’t make noises maybe, they just live in their own world spreading happiness. Thank you for reading and sharing your thought. 🙂

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