Thursday, October 10, 2019

Looking Out

Looking Out and Back Again

I was looking back and looking out
Beyond my life's un-sorted mess,
For the children and all the world
That needs our hearts to bless.
Then it broke and it dried
My rounds of un-shed tears.
The shock of death and unkindness
Returned to me lost years.
My love for them remains.
I know they are controlled.
It wasn’t them – their love for me
Because it would have showed.
Again I look into that ditch
My heart and pain can see.
How? How do I save them?
How do I set them free?

I wrote this as I worked on Wisdom's Beacon for Freedom

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