It flows through
ten million hearts
Eyes blinking with kindness
Goodness shedding light
rivaling moon glow
Goodness flows
from the Green grass
from the Brown of trees
Branches pointing Upwards
tips rubbing gently
against the blue sky

Like school children gathered in a yard
Introducing one another to acts witnessed
Proclaiming a caress—

not like the whine of a horse
nor the shriek of an elephant
nor the laughter of a child
but a whispered Human Hum
One Knows after hearing it
that Goodness is a kind of breath
Like moonlight without the Moon

— Abraham Menashe
© 2017