A Willing Kindness
A willing kindness,
A ready trust;
A bit of blindness
To moth and rust.
A balm of laughter
For anger's heat;
A brave heart after
A sore defeat.
A glad hope, cleaving
To each new day;
A patience, leaving
No stony way.
A warm faith, summing
All life worth while -
Yet, at death's coming
Poet: Charlotte Becker