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.
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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