Kindness is the space between
a spring rising from a desert
a strip of blue against leaden sky.
Kindness is the space between breaths
a pause that holds back speech
and a voice that advocates.
Kindness is the heart’s response
to the rational mind.
It is mercy unwarranted and still poured out.
So that kindness becomes a river
a slender thread in a barren landscape
refreshing a thirsty ground.
Who-ever felt confidence in themselves
was first shown kindness,
and patience for a slow unfolding.
Kindness leaves justice
without a defence
for its cold insistence on what’s right.
Kindness blurs the lines of right and wrong
but still comes out on top
for its redemptive grace.
When forgiveness becomes a given
transformation is the result,
of a mercy that wipes the slate clean.
Yes, kindness is the space between
a spring rising to become a torrent
of love with no agenda but the giving,
Yes, transparent river
to cleanse muddied waters
through the purity of its intention,
kindness is the space between.
A net of safety to gift
dreams a chance of birthing.
And kindness is the only force
to create life from nothing.
As yeast is to bread so kindness is to us.
Ana Lisa de Jong