special people

Special People

 

There are
special people
who glow
like fireflies
& float
unfettered like
pollen who
suffer softly
& dream
roses &
lily pads
whose smile &
gentle touch
soothe the
multitudes who
acquire wealth
in abundance
as a
result of
their being &
pass it
on as if
it were a
river that
runs thru
them.

 

This is
what greatness
is a
gift that
cannot be
acquired.

 

They’re living
proof if
there is
such a
proof of a
benevolent God
out of
reach to the
rest of us.

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