For every stone that is thrown
He meters it out,
For the foundation bountiful,
of his home.
... For Every stone that is brought,
He plants a garden,
With flowers dripping
Over the edges of their pots …
For every stone I bring …
He holds me with his tears,
Carries me past my fears …
And offers me, a glass of water.
© jan leree 2012
He meters it out,
For the foundation bountiful,
of his home.
... For Every stone that is brought,
He plants a garden,
With flowers dripping
Over the edges of their pots …
For every stone I bring …
He holds me with his tears,
Carries me past my fears …
And offers me, a glass of water.
© jan leree 2012
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