The reply

The reply

By AD Hunt

It doesn't matter what you think, it doesn't matter what you do;
For the world that they’re making, Is not a real part of you.
It doesn't matter if you win; it doesn't matter if you lose;
It doesn't matter who you are, you have nothing here to prove.
It doesn't where you've been;
It doesn't matter what you've  seen;
I  need you to  understand what I really , really mean :
For all you have   done;
And where you have been,
All you have touched and everything between.
For  all  that you  say,
And all that you pray,
And all who you were,
And all who’ll you’ll be
Is done for a purpose that you've  yet to see.
So give your best shot, for Its all that you can do;
Please understand that I’m so very proud of you.

For I am in the little things that carry on un-noticed;
The little whispered words, courageous, yet worth it.
The smile at the beggar.
The holding of hands.
The  random acts of   kindness.
The motherhood of man.
The healing in blindness.
The help to the weary.
The pride in our child.
The love of your family;
Whose  crazy  and  wild.
The grief at their parting  and the  Joy at their ‘turn
The hugs given in silence;  
The  same silent tears you  burn.
The effort you try,
Despite  the all the grief
You Lovers of life
And  you Fathers of Cain:  the shadow the thief.
For I love you all equal
You’re all one, the  same,
So I lift you all up and I set you apart to be free….

For though separate you’re tiny 
Together you  make up a  huge part  of me.

© ADH 2015