Treasure Island

Hazel Connelly

(28th September 1949 / Lancashire)

Compassion


Humanity's ego, to resort to violence
To settle conflicts, makes no sense,
And yet we still have not learned
The art of peace for which we yearned.

To love our neighbour as our self
And put our grievance on the shelf,
Could this be in our gracious hands?
To bring compassion to troubled lands.

With each hill we have to climb
Life is lived one day at a time,
Let the tears of yesterday's storm
Bring a smile to a new day born.

For everything to be humane
We need to be compassionate and sane,
‘Too lightly on life's scales
Compassion weighs, and prevails....

Submitted: Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, April 04, 2012
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