Give a voice to the voiceless, if only a whisper,
Lend support to the sad and lonely, if only a shoulder,
Share strength with the weak, if only a breath or two,
Fret not or wonder if any of this matters, even a little bit.
Because what you have engaged in is not an act of charity.
It’s an exchange, and what you send along will come back,
Through another’s hands, another’s bony shoulder,
A handkerchief to sop up the tears, a comforting voice on the other end of a cracked phone screen.
These are gifts, countless and endless and nameless,
Circling the Earth, dispersed in the Ether, filling up the airwaves.
We want to give, we would like to help… we wish to express.
It isn’t mine to give, or yours to take,
It is ours to pass along.
Stay where you are, move a bit, adjust a little,
Catch the ball, throw it right back,
Be a player, get better at responding.
All we need is a good wind, a skyful of stars, and the balls keep coming our way.
