Col 3:12 Put on therefore, as the elect of God, Holy and Beloved,

of mercies, kindness, humbleness of mind, meekness, longsuffering;

 

Kindness is a river 

 

that never will dry up.

 

It is fed by a run-off

 

of the mountain of love.

 

But what happens in dry seasons

 

when it seems that love has gone?

 

Do I get confused and miss

 

the blessings from above?

 

 

 

What if I refuse to let 

 

someone drink of “my” river?

 

Someone who is thirsty

 

whose mouth is cracked and dry.

 

Maybe an angel unaware

 

who traveled in search of pity

 

that should have shone through my life

 

and made all in Heaven cry.

 

 

 

Jan Wienen