musings of a hopefilled soul

The Sin of Omission

It isn’t the thing you do, dear,

It’s the thing you leave undone,

That gives you a bit of heartache

At the setting of the sun.

 

The tender word forgotten,

The letter you did not write,

The flowers you did not send, dear,

Are your haunting ghosts at night.

 

The stone you might have lifted

Out of a brother’s way;

The bit of heartsome counsel

You were hurried too much to say:

 

The loving touch of the hand, dear,

The gentle, winning tone,

Which you had no time nor thought for

With troubles enough of your own.

 

Those little acts of kindness

So easily out of mind,

Those chances to be angels

Which we poor mortals find-

 

They come in night and silence,

Each sad, reproachful wraith,

When hope is faint and flagging,

And a chill has fallen on faith.

 

For life is all too short, dear,

And sorrow is all too great,

To suffer our slow compassion

That tarries until too late;

 

And it isn’t the thing you do , dear,

It’s the thing you leave undone,

Which gives you a bit of a heartache

At the setting of the sun.

        Margaret E. Sangster  

 

To take time to provide comfort and help to others is an investment of time ,which when given, we will never regret!

 

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