The Cradle of Compassion

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Introduction: Compassion is the purest form of strength. This poem reflects on the quiet power of kindness, the way it mends the unseen wounds of the world, and how even the smallest acts of love leave lasting imprints.

Charity begins at home,
Where love is born in care’s warm womb;
Hope resides in a tranquil mind,
A peace that evermore shall bloom.

Charity overflows with love—
The muse of kind, selfless deeds,
Gleaming like diamond jewels above,
Nurturing all our tender needs.

Its gentle kindness, calm as light,
A soothing glow of human grace,
An endless well of empathy and sight,
That nurtures each and every place.

Charity edifies and makes us wise;
A beacon shining ever bright.
Embrace its gifts before they pass by,
Unnoticed till they spark the light.

This is true living and believing,
A truth that guides us as we roam:
For charity begins within our hearts—
A peaceful gift that calls us home.

💭 Reflection: A single act of kindness can change a life. This poem is a tribute to the quiet heroes who make the world a better place. 💬 When was the last time a small act of kindness touched your heart? Share your story below. 📌 Follow for more

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