Small acts
I pat them on the back, they gaze up,
Eyes glimmering with tears that
You, I, and everyone else shed.
Like the paint peeling off walls of an old monastery, or a statue with
cracks visible to all. A little in bits but still standing tall.
Oh! How dispirited and emotionally fragmented we all are.
Yet even in pain we find the love of hope.
We connect our shoulders and stay still.
Transmitting every ounce of joy that is there in us.
In silence and in understanding we connect.
For we both know how big these small acts really are.
