Doing Little Things With Love

I've always been doing just that -
sowing little plots of barren ground
with the seeds of love,
in the hope that one day
it will bear the most beautiful fruits
for the world to see and admire...

I've always done little, little acts of love
and little favours full of compassion,
with a passion that's not just my own -
for i know that somewhere, somehow,
someone is doing the same thing - for me...
somewhere, somehow, i know - You are there...

But lately, i find it hard to go on
doing the things that i used to do -
for the little brat that i nursed and loved
had turned around and told me
i'm that hateful person she does not want to see
i'm so hateful, in the same place, she doesn't want to be
and to count her out of all my activity -
no camp, no commandant - she had threatened me...

So i see... though no one is indispensable -
i would still want to choose my company;
and if she could just turn around
and blurt out such hurting words
than i feel i have failed
to sow that seed on a barren piece of land
and to hope to reap for the world
a harvest fit for the King...

i feel i have failed, as a parent,
as a teacher, as a counsellor - failed
for one isolated case is as good as many -
i have just failed in my mission
to love and to spread the smile -
to save an angry child,
so she could grow up with a smile -
and forget the anger and hatred for the world...

Clearly i have failed -
and it saddens my heart to have to say so...