Stan’s Corner, Monday, April 2, 2012

O March 26, I served lunch at our local soup kitchen and sat down to talk with a man with long white hair and a beard whom I had seen on the street several times.  He was very thoughtful and interesting to talk with.  Eventually, he said that he had written a poem and put it on the soup kitchen bulletin board.  His name is “Bones,” and here is what he wrote:

May you find serenity and tranquility in a world you

may not always understand.

May a kind word, a gentle touch and a warm smile be

yours every day of your life.

May you find the time to see Love and Beauty in the

world around you.

May you have enough inner strength to determine your worth.

May you always feel loved and  Be Well.”