The faintest pink graces the skies.
The light strengthens, a day becomes.
What is the hope in this day?
What faint breath of connection?
What good may come knocking?
Are we ready to welcome the faint hint?
Open yourself to the grace of the day.
When you close the door, no one sees,
The kindness which is possible.
All because we stopped to allow,
The faint hint of kindness knocking.
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