There Is a Law of Being Kind

​There is a law of being kind,
There is even a law of love, there is
Even a law of being a friend,
It appears in a person’s sky and on his

Hills, in the mice and asters along
The arroyo, it embraces the bubble
Of the universe and rises past
Beyond the senses, past stubble

In the cornfield, it looks for sweet corn,
It looks for light where light is too dark,
It looks for spirits and for souls,
It looks for the celestial aardvark,

It looks for angels and for holy 
Erelim and the multitudes
Above, and, without fingers 
And sound, it strives to play etudes.