People, have hurt us. 
People have pillaged us. 
And then again,
We the People, are us.
We the People, is me. 
I have probably hurt you,
someone reading this. 
I do not want to be, that me. 
I ask your forgiveness. 
I ask your prayers...
that I will plant, deep seed,
only love and faithfulness.

The clearest way to state this:
My/ Your heart was raped.
The People scattered and knocked away my/ your seeds
Though I / you carried them,
So tenderly…

The kindest way to state this:
I know these seeds, will grow…
The ones thrown, disdained to the ground…
No matter, through hell or relational vitriol …
The seeds will be faithful.
The seeds will grow.

©2012 jan leree

Photo Note:  Seeds growing on stone wall.

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    Photographer: Benjamin Ashlock


    My name is Jan Leree.  I am a nurse, legal nurse consultant, poet and above all, mother of four wonderful adult children. I am writing here from my own life experiences, in loss, in grief, in humor and in joy.  I hope that you will find encouragement to face your life's circumstances by visiting my pages here.  My heart and prayers are in a place to offer encouragement to you.  The rights to the poetry and photographs are copyrighted to me.  If you wish to purchase cards, post cards, calendars, or framed art of my work, you may do so.  Email me at:


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