A few weeks ago, a childhood friend found me on facebook.  We were never that close through school; we didn’t consciously choose to spend time together, but through all our growing up, we were both there.  As I thought about him, I realised that every significant memory I had was of his kindness.  Small unnecessary things that raised him above the crowd.

Kindness is too often thought to be simple.  Too often used to describe actions that offer ease rather than truth.  But there is a pure form that runs deeper.   I’ve been playing with that thought for weeks, and tonight found a poem that points in the same direction, even as it draws on images that are far away.


Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
Feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
What you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
How desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
you must see how this could be you,
How he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

–Naomi Shihab Nye
Words under the Words

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