Humane Hearts

This poem was inspired by one of the most bizzare experiences I have come across with recently. It really is wonderful to search for the hearts in people and all the more exciting to actually find them.

The spirit of humanity glides along amity,
Even when thrust to face a nobody.

An odious detestation brews frustration.
Inherency to dislike isn’t obvious.

But when log upon log crash down the stream,
One finds themselves incensed yet once more.

Deplorable acts frisk further contempt,
Further contempt frisk unsullied animosity,

Acceptance of a mistake committed
However, is far more a difficult task,
And even more, an apology to ask,

Whilst doubt remains, the heart repents,
Whilst doubt still remains, the soul cries.

To the one, whose clemency quite profound
Forgives much too easily, too casually,
Who sheds ego as simply as another’s treasure
To have any reason to flaunt his cowardice?

Or is in rather an inscrutable deeper thought -
Is he showing pusillanimity?
Or is it more like magnanimity?

Like all beliefs and trusts indeed
This too – dependent on perception
Yet again, isn’t every person human enough
To pardon a misdeed punished by guilt?

To truly be human, is to be ever on quest
Searching for the heart as heavenly as heaven.

One needn’t look far, for the spirit of humanity
Shall never sway from friendship and amity.