4.1.

Friend at the store, we share changes,

his white hair smoothed back, wisdom

in his eyes and smile. His wife died not

too long since, and we met at first only

as customers/customee but simple

conversation and sharing of stories have

made us nodding friends, fellow

good guys on the track of life.

At a certain point you find that your smile

is genuine, not put on or putting off, but

unconscious reaction to a son/daughter

of Adam who has come through their years

with grace still attached.

Survivors in gentleness. The meek who inherit

what life really has to offer: caring hearts,

connection, the warmth of honesty, of decency.

Of such is the kingdom of heaven. Of such does

the glint of a smile steal across my face at

their thought.

Because nice matters…

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