Tag: kindness

  • Sometimes the world feels loud in ways we can’t explain.
    This was written as a soft place to land—
    for kids, for anxious hearts, for anyone who needs a reminder
    that calm is something you can learn, not something you have to earn.


    A friendly glowing ghost and a child drifting through a peaceful, magical landscape of moonlight, flowers, and calm waters.
    Paul T. Geist guiding RoRo through the Land of Calm and Cheer, where big feelings learn how to breathe.

    Paul T. Geist & RoRo’s Adventures in the Land of Calm and Cheer
    Poetry by Roo the Poet
    Written September 13th, 2024

    In a cozy little town where moonbeams play,
    Lived a ghost named Paul T. Geist who loved to sway.
    With a gentle laugh and a shimmer so light,
    He brought comfort and joy on a soft, starry night.

    RoRo was a girl full of bright, happy beams,
    But sometimes her feelings were wild, it seems.
    One day she felt frazzled, her emotions a storm,
    And her mood became chilly, her smile not so warm.

    Paul T. Geist floated by with a friendly glow,
    “Dear RoRo,” he said, “there’s something you should know.
    Let’s visit a land where calmness takes flight,
    And find peace for your heart on this magical night.”

    They drifted through fog that was soft and serene,
    To the Land of Calm and Cheer, where joy was seen.
    “Welcome,” said Paul, “to a place so profound,
    Where finding your calm is the treasure you’ve found.”

    They met a wise owl with feathers of blue,
    Who spoke of deep breaths and feelings anew.
    “Sometimes,” said the owl, “our minds race so fast,
    But finding still moments can make calmness last.”

    RoRo watched as the owl closed her eyes tight,
    And took gentle breaths to feel peaceful delight.
    She saw how stillness could quiet the storm,
    And how feelings could settle, transforming the norm.

    Paul T. Geist then showed her a pond so clear,
    Where ripples of peace danced near and dear.
    “When you’re feeling stormy, take a deep breath,
    Like ripples that spread, it helps calm the depths.”

    They visited a meadow where colors would sway,
    In hues that brought calm to each passing day.
    RoRo learned to breathe deeply and slow,
    Finding calm in the feelings that ebb and flow.

    As they floated back home, RoRo felt light,
    Her heart now at peace, her emotions just right.
    She learned to embrace her feelings with care,
    And find calm in the storm, floating light as air.

    Paul T. Geist waved with a glow soft and bright,
    “Remember, dear RoRo, your feelings are light.
    In the Land of Calm and Cheer, you’ve learned so much,
    To find peace and calm with a gentle touch.”

    So children, remember, as you grow and play,
    Find calm in your heart at the end of the day.
    For in the Land of Calm and Cheer so near,
    Peace can be found, and your heart will be clear.


    If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]

  • ✦ Author’s Note ✦

    These words are a quiet liturgy for those who give without spectacle, who hold the weight of others’ lives as tenderly as their own. They are for the unseen saints of shadowed streets and cold apartments, for the hearts that carry more than they should and still bloom.

    Hands scattering golden seeds in a warmly lit, shadowed apartment, symbolizing generosity and care.
    “Scatter hope like seeds; let generosity be the only currency that matters.” — Rowan Evans, Gold in Open Hands

    ✦ Invocation ✦

    Come, children of night and marrow,
    kneel with me at the altar of giving.
    Let your hands open—trembling or steady—
    and let the gold you never sought
    spill into the cracks of the world.
    Feel the sanctity of care,
    the devotion in each quiet gesture,
    and let your generosity burn like incense
    in the sacred dark.


    Gold in Open Hands
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    If wealth ever found me,
    if fortune nestled itself in my palm,
    I would not clutch it like a miser with hollow eyes,
    but scatter it like seeds in the wind,
    watching hope take root in the cracks
    where the world has long since turned its back.

    I would raise walls not to tower,
    but to shelter—
    an apartment standing tall
    with doors wide enough for the weary,
    windows letting in morning light
    to chase away the cold of forgotten nights.

    I would feed stomachs before egos,
    fill hands with warm bread,
    not empty promises,
    pour into art where young hearts
    can paint their unspoken dreams
    in colors that whisper louder than words.

    I have never needed gold-lined pockets,
    only enough to smooth the edges of struggle,
    to soften the weight for those I love,
    to replace the ache in their chests
    with the quiet ease of knowing—
    tonight, the rent is paid,
    tonight, the table is full,
    tonight, they do not have to barter their joy
    for survival.

    I do not wish for riches.
    I wish for smiles,
    for burdens lifted,
    for a world where generosity
    is the only currency that matters.


    ✦ Benediction ✦

    May the gifts you scatter in silence
    take root in hidden gardens of the world.
    May your hearth shelter the weary,
    your bread feed the empty,
    and your hands become a sanctuary.
    May kindness echo long after the candles die,
    and may the quiet currency of your heart
    be the only wealth that endures.


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