Kindness: a poem

I am stuck on a conundrum, and its making me reflect,
About a troubling weakness, and a character defect.
It’s one that often plagues me, and it plagues some friends of mine,
I’m speaking of the painful message sent when we’re not kind.

The greatest act of kindness in all of history,
Was modeled by the Savior while hanging from a tree:
“Forgive them father, was his cry, ” they know not what they do.”
In those few words He demonstrated kindness pure and true.

He could have said forgive them, and then let the matter stand.
He could have just ignored them, as He hung there by his hands.
But instead He showed them kindness, by taking up the case
Of wretched hypocrites and fools who merited disgrace.

Its easy to show kindness when there’s nothing on the line.
Its easy to be generous to those who treat you kind.
Its easy to be kindly to the beautiful and handsome
Its easy to think kind thoughts when invited to a mansion.

But when you can show kindness to those who want your hide,
Or those have betrayed you to save themselves, and then lied.
Or if your act of kindness gets you nothing but a loss,
Then you’ve an inclination of Christ’s wording on the Cross.

Kindness is how and why you love your drooling little brother.
Kindness is the way you sit beside your aged mother.
Kindness is showing mercy on a loved one in despair.
Kindness is forgetting your own hurts, to show them you care.

There are some folks who act kindly, when they have something to gain.
There are others who feign kindness, when they hiding their own blame.
There are some who are selective in the kindness that they show.
And others who are only kind to certain folks that they know.

There’s something very ugly when a good man acts unkind;
But before you judge him harshly, keep this one thing in mind.
You too have been quite unloving, thoughtful, maybe cruel.
And if you hope for mercy, don’t forget the golden rule.

Yes, there’s been enough unkindness on everybody’s part,
That now would be the perfect time, to call for a fresh start,
Its time to think right kindly of the loved ones you call friend,
The way you hope they think of you when you’re feeling at the end.

‘Cause the precious few who treasure kindness deep within their heart.
And even when they are hurt by others, always play the part,
Of being so truly, deeply wholly, passionately kind,
Are the folks that touch your heartstrings and are always in your mind.

You will meet with many prophets, and with mercies not a few,
You will walk with those hospitable, and charitable too.
You will learn from the diligent, and from some humility,
But to meet a truly kind man, is to glimpse eternity.

Douglas Winston Phillips