He Who Tills
He gazes with eyes of longing toward that piece of earth he thinks promises him a haven, yay! a portal of rebirth this parcel of dirt that holds so many secrets from times so long into the past. But...
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like where I went with this piece - death is not a prerequisite to truth.
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sometimes no matter how much we put into something in hopes it will bloom, there is no hope, until the day the sky opens for him. this is excellent writing, love this piece of yours...XO
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Ordinary dirt ... holds so much history and depth of many other things Loved this and the title is so befitting
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"for he doesn't understand he's already been forgiven and embraced- nor will he until he's risen o'er the clouds and become one with the sky." Most powerful part of this poem for me...enjoyed. Susan~
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It cannot return that which is lost, but allow him to reside in a fascimile of peace ~ dear Ruth, I think this is my new favourite of yours the lines I quoted are excellent, though, I love this poem...
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