Hope has been brought to its knees
Begging for its seeds
Yet no one has patience or wants to take time
So those of us who are left have been stranded in its fields
Left out in the elements praying for what
little was planted to take root
Praying that what was sown shall be reaped
There’s not enough time and to little of patience
Hate has been replaced,we hear the words of the discontent
The fields of hope have plowed over
and those who are of service have fallen
Peace comes with a price for all who server
Instead of being an
UNDERSTANDING & OFFERING
like it should
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Good morning Sheldon,
Another fine piece and is that a cool collage or what….is that Heston?
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Great writing. Peace…sometimes I wonder if we will ever see it.
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Thank you Andrew
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