Perhaps nearby

Kilbirnie

Perhaps nearby the Walker Hall
or up at Jacob´s well
a random act of kindness comes
from strangers who can tell?

Perhaps a gentle smile
when all is grey and bland
A man in Tesco car park,
who gives a helping hand?

The face of God is seldom seen
by looking to the sky
or pleading with an unseen God
to ask the question “why”

But in the smaller random acts,
of hope and gentle charm
Goodness springs from little things
which keep us from all harm

And if by chance we cannot see
the goodness in Schoolwynd
Let us make the Good we think
is somehow left behind

From Cochrane Street to Loadingbank
it doesn´t take a while
to offer random kindness acts
or give a sincere smile

He does not judge the cries and woes
of bitter words well meant
He does not know the mental wounds
of times much better spent

He knows only Peace and Love
and wholeness of our Soul
far above the human clouds
where Man is free to Go

In Glasgow Street or Ladeside Vale,
perhaps on  Dalry Road
A Mind can freely choose
to live in mental sweet abode

Far above the darting arrows,
foes and kin at war
There is a place, another Mind
for mankind to explore

Found in silence, ne´er in hate,
a Harp string sound does come
Taking man to far above from
words and human glum

If Angel´s are His thoughts indeed
of swirling pools of Love
Let them take us anytime
to consciousness above.

In silence comes the lyre harp
of goodness Peace and Love
A state of mind but Heaven is,
so take yourself above

To where no siblings voices fight
or hatred´s idle dreams
Free yourself from earthly ties
however fair they seem