Poetry: The Last Drop of Kindness

When you pass me by,
Or I pass you by,
And I consider letting you go,
Considering all the wrecks you wrought in my life,
I allow it.
Only as the last drop of kindness
From an anguished soul
To a wretch.
Because my life is hid in Christ,
It is not in my strength.
I’m not a poet today,
Just a justice

Bose