When gold is heated and melted,
Into liquid,and set again ,
There comes a glow ,an aura ;
Likewise in man;
Who melts in the furnace of life ,
Taking in the heat and the hurts
And not reacting ,but observing ;
The changes that come with compassion ,
Not rage or hate or fear;
In a human thus melted ,is an open heart,
Which feels the pulse of another's heart
That grieves ....,
And gives of a silent sea of love..
Wordlessly
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