A thousand prostrations before you or a single word of kindness to him who is in need…
which will elevate me higher?
I forgave, over and over, so many times …
until I forgot what I was forgiving
her stick taps the ground~
while walking around~
the blackest of dark~
years left their mark~
yet a memory of light~
remains in her sight
while the rumor is raw
deal with it delicately
figure out facts
silently sift through the suspect
~ responsible reporting
Sprinkles of blessings
Whenever it rains
For each drop
Give thanks
Remember
Those who search for miles
But come without
My past premonitions have proved purposeless in planning out my present priorities
When they were considered fools
Fate appeared kinder to them
Bestowed with wisdom now
Destiny plays her cruel game
SONYA KASSAM 
Thoughtfully articulated !
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Writing micropoetry is something new for me. I really do appreciate your comment.
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Greetings,
“A thousand prostrations before you or a single word of kindness to him who is in need…
which will elevate me higher?”
Oh, how I like this one.
All good wishes,
robert
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Thank you with good wishes in return. Many times we forget where God actually resides.
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Greetings,
Beautiful, multi-layered, each one a world to unfold…you are very gifted.
Thank you for this.
All good wishes,
robert
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