are blessed
The ears that hear soft birdsong clear
are blessed
The hands that hold a newborn child
are blessed
The love that's shared between two souls
are blessed
The heart that beats with strength
is blessed
And if these things are not our own
the eyes that do not see
the childless or the deaf or maimed
a loveless state with sickness too
These things are here they always are
perhaps they always were
So when encountered lend a hand
don't turn the other way
Reach out your hand or just a smile
tell them you are here to stay.........


Many thanks


Tina 's poem also struck a cord deep in me. It takes many kinds of poems to balance out our thoughts and dreams, so we have to take the despair and the love as a matter of course and as you say, it does balance each other out beautifully 



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