The Matthew principle,
invokes a smile,
as his heart beckons,
with a slightly tilted finger,
and bids me see,
with eyes newly opened,
the petals of fresh buds,
as they open at last and breathe deeply,
of a day now born with joy.
The Matthew Principle,
cannot be taught,
cannot be shown,
cannot be explained or gifted.
It comes when the time has come to see it,
It comes when the time has come to be it,
It comes when a heart is ready,
for lessons to be seen, and shared.
He shifts his head in contemplation,
quite often convinced he is merely thinking
like most other men will do,
never seeing, with eyes that shelter,
the awakening mind that leads
with gently felt persuasion,
others to pathways worth walking.
His own curiosity a catapult
making others curious,
wanting to know, to see, to understand,
just what makes him start in wonder.
The Matthew Principle
a spark, an ignition,
a starting place of knowledge,
a thirst for something more,
Brought on by the sight of one
caught up in his own passionate approach,
unaware of just what he is birthing,
in the minds of countless others.