The Great Smoky Mountains, North Carolina
(photo from DuckDuckGo Images)
This poem stems from a prayer I learned as a young child, The Act of Love: O my God, I love thee above all things, with my whole heart and soul, because thou art all good and worthy of all my love. I love my neighbor as myself for the love of thee. I forgive all who have injured me and I ask pardon of all whom I have injured. Through Christ our Lord, Amen.
Acts of Love
Someone over there
might reach out to me,
might reach out to me,
might need my comfort,
my trust, my love.
The Lord will provide
Blessed moments to enfold
a Joy fulfilled
with the one over there.
First, I will pray,
then gently step forward,
lifting the heart
of the one over there.
I accept all that God provides,
share what the Son confides
do what the Spirit guides:
do what the Spirit guides:
righteous Acts of Love.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos