Goodness done, spreads out like flowing water, touching lives in ripples, gentle waves.
Goodness withheld is missed like a blown kiss, or forgotten rains.
Goodness, action or being? God gives no man this name.
Yet we can walk the path he paved and read each stone footprints engraved
with Goodness spelling out his love, in actions pure, true. Feel the marks he left behind, a map of Kindness for man’s use.
Be it under tumultuous waves, or across a barren earth. May bared feet find Goodness sweet, though blinded, deaf and mute.
Feeling for the good embrace of imprints sacred bed. Walking in His footsteps, know by His Goodness we’re fed.
So sending out His ripples as we slosh through days and nights. Touching countless others with waves of gentle might.
©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef