Consuming all I can, but it feeds
Me nothing to keep my spirits high.
They're just enough to keep me alive.
What I need is so hard to find,
Can easily be given in kind,
But seems today to be so rare,
Though we each need it more than air.
I think of how little it would take,
How we could each save the other:
Simply show love for your brother.
And so my heart begins to break.
Nothing spectacular, nothing new.
Just some simple kindness and care.
A thought or a moment to share
Love and compassion from me to you.
A warm and unselfish embrace,
A smiling and hopeful face.
Done with no thoughts of reward,
Just the caring for who it's toward.
It may mean little to most you see,
A drawback, if it weren't all free.
But to some it will mean everything.
The prayer that was answered,
The hand that saved as they despaired,
When all they can do is lament,
You'll feed their hunger in that moment.
And to you that will mean everything.