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