GOODNESS

It flows through
ten million hearts
 
Eyes blinking with kindness
 
Goodness shedding light
rivaling moon glow
 
Goodness flows
from the Green of the grass
from the Brown of the trees
 
Branches pointing Upwards
their 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