Showing posts with label Humanism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humanism. Show all posts

Sunday, April 20, 2025

Basics


Basics
 
Give me a man of a simple sort,
With an open heart and mind,
Who is free of schemes and of meaner thoughts,
With a soul that is pure and kind—
 
For he’ll gladden my heart and cleanse my soul
And turn me away from sin.
And this is true for a woman too 
In every land that I’m in.
 
We live in a world that is full of woes
That are born out of greed and hate,
So we need such men and such women too,
Before it is far too late.

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Where caring and courage both are alive—
There, I will send my heart.
Where one or both have disappeared,
From there, we should all depart.
 
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But if we are stuck in a land we loved
That is blighted by hate and fear,
We should think of the men and women—those 
Who had made it so special and dear.
 
I bow to the man of a simple sort
And a woman, too, of the kind—
For they are the salt of the earth—the best
That I ever could hope to find.

I will not ask of their tongue or faith
Or the land in which they were born,
Except to bond and to hear and talk
With a heart that is free of scorn.
 
2025, April 20th, Sun.
Berkeley, California 
 

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Does It Matter?


Does It Matter?

So does it matter, if a woman says
that she’s a Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Jew
or Sikh, believing in a god or gods—
or Buddhist, Jain, for whom that matters not—
or is a follower of another creed
or disavows them all—or does not know?

And does it matter, if she says to you
that she’s a citizen of this or that—
or whether you perceive her lineage has
some more or less or none of that or this?

Or does it matter more, if through her acts
she shows that she has more of faith in you
than others might, and that she does not need
your passport shown to her and can perceive
your heart and mind, beyond your face and skin?

Does kindness have a country or a faith?
Is it confined within a species or a race?

Behold the being, of the man or dog,
in deeper essence than its outer form.
So many sorrows would be lessened, if
we found again this sight—that we have lost.

2018 July 8th, Sun.
Brooklyn, New York