When it comes to you landing gently in your soul, and plants its loving seed. How do you accept? With a heart full of gracious thanks that wipe away all those long, dark and lonely nights. Or treat it with mistrust, suspicion; and ice cold eyes that cut like a knife.
Do you water it daily and watch its glorious blooms grow and thrive, spreading joy and harmony to all? Or do you plant it in concrete hard and grey with no hope of survival, as you watch its murderous and agonizing death; having not one drop of emotion left.
Take it wisely, this sacred gift that has been offered to you; for not all in this world are so honoured and blessed. Tell me now honest and true, how do YOU choose to give someone your love? With an open nurturing hand or a closed tight fist.
Dear father, Have you seen your daughter lately? You are missing a lot. You have missed a gamut of Her cuteness. I see her daily in my classroom, And she is growing into A wonderful young lady. She is smart.
This nothingness was overwhelming. When words fail to tell the facts, only silence talks. That brutal interrogation of self to undo the decline, like a a viper in your home. The mortgaged glow of stoned infant in the exiled land,