GOLDEN RULE

When we are vulnerable
and unable to express our mind
we still try the honorable deed
willing for other's needs in kind

The Golden rule embraces us
through everything we ask
it becomes easier to love
when we remove our mask

Then our soul is child-like
we grow as an Evergreen tree
dreaming among garden friends
to know a pardon is to feel free

We are not driven by any weight
even on four winds of a day
warmly forgiven at every storm
in any form of fate on our way,

It may seem fortunately divine
how our goals turned out
in serving of bread and wine
consoled by any secret doubt.