The Holiest Life: Courage & Convictions

Be frustrated, be unhappy - of course you care - be compassionate-a nice poem.

Are the seeds a human plants
Those of resurrection?
Feeling like a mass of ants
Who meets each crumb’s inspection? 
Shall one’s service to the poor
And those so less reserved,
Be a welcome towards a floor,
Which is so deserved? 
Fools who rollick in the yards
Of push and pull, learned plantings,
Shall remotely stew like shards -
Reckless, ghostly rantings. 
The grander scale of certainties
Pertains to one’s convictions -
Unopposed identities,
Forever less restrictions…
Embody open friendliness,
Sizing one’s intentions,
With the charm and cleanliness
Of civilized conventions;
Show respect, compelling grit
For Earthly, human race’s
Gallant pomp and cell phones lit -
In all those public places. 
Overcoming senseless strife,
Heaven surely prays.
Spreading love’s a bestie’s life
In all those brighter ways!