The Meek and Mild

IF WE HURT SOMEONE MEEK AND MILD
By Ilana Mor 12/96

SHE TRIED SO HARD TO SQUEEZE BACK THE TEARS...
WOUNDED TO THE DEPTH OF HER SOUL.
HOW STRANGE WE THOUGHT...
NO NEED FOR TEARS...
FOR MATTERS OUT OF HER CONTROL.

OUR CARES AND WORRIES MEAN SO MUCH MORE...
THEY'RE REAL...
WE FEEL THEIR PAIN.

THEY CAUSE US NOT TO SLEEP AT NIGHT...
AND LEAVE LINES OF WEAR AND STRAIN.
SHE'S JUST A SIMPLE CLEANING GIRL...
BROUGHT HERE TO SERVE OUR NEEDS.

A SOUL JUST FLEETING THROUGH THE NIGHT...
SO, WHY SHOULD I CARE ABOUT HER CREED?
WHY CARE ABOUT HER FEARS AND WOES...
OR WHAT'S HER PHILOSOPHY.

WE'LL PROBABLY NEVER SEE HER AGAIN...
SHE'LL BE GONE AFTER WE PAY HER FEE.
BUT SOMEWHERE WITHIN, SHE TUGGED AT MY HEART...
WITH A CRY FILLED WITH DIGNITY.

I KNEW THAT I MUST STOP TO COMFORT HER...
TO PRESERVE HER PURITY.

I TOOK A MOMENT FROM MY DAY...
TO SHARE THE SADNESS THAT SHE CARRIED.
ALONE AND CRYING I FOUND HER...
SO DISTRESSED AND GREATLY HARRIED.

I TOLD HER NOT TO WORRY...
SOME THINGS CAN NOT BE CHANGED.

JUST DO THE BEST YOU CAN...
LEAVE THE REST FOR LIFE TO ARRANGE.
THE MOMENT PASSED QUICKLY BY...
HER SMILE OF FRIENDSHIP WAS HER GIFT.

A THANK YOU IN HER EYES...
AND APOLOGY WAS ON HER LIPS.

IF WE DON'T STOP FOR INNOCENCE...
IF WE HURT SOMEONE MEEK AND MILD...
IT'S THE SAME AS STEPPING ON A BUTTERFLY...
OR BREAKING THE HEART OF A TRUSTING CHILD.

AND THEN, THE ANGELS SMILED.

All I can say is... beware of the meek and mild,

becuse one day, that meek and mild one, will fight back!!