I have found as I look back over my years
that my worst memories –
the wild-eyed dogs of day-to-day
yapping at my heels,
the troubles that haunt my conscience,
the fountainhead of my shame
arose primarily from my lack of compassion.
Still there is no point in indulging guilt
these are lessons, markers, scars
to heal by resolving again to
be more humble,
be more kind,
be more gentle,
and look into the souls
to see how and where
I can help.