
Aching so deep
Your weary body finally fell
To touch the barren ground
A wasteland wilderness
Littered with the lost souls of children
And their pain
Neglected forgotten over generations
Waiting to be reclaimed
But when your mind is tortured
Then how is it possible to see
The truth that
How you ache
Was never your total responsibility
Who will come to lift you up
To open deeper vision
Of an inner eye
That casting its glance backward
Sees the path of mistaken circumstances
That led you to here
And finds through suffering
The power to forgive?
Aching body
Please find a place to rest
Learn to speak those soothing words
Your soul most longs to hear
Do not abandon yourself uttterly
Upon that fallow ground
For deep inside
There are lost seeds
Just waiting to be found
Destined to be planted
Tended and lovingly nurtured
In far far richer
And fertile ground
Wow. You might love a tiny book called The Faithful Gardener; you are. I hope you never stop planting seeds.
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That sound great ill.look for it π
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as usual deb this is amazing! you are amazing too hun, keep writing! β€
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((–)) β€ π
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