Stabbed by hatred,
Wounds bleed
inwardly.
Their cries for help
drowned out
by the deafening sounds
of judgment! Remember,
when we accuse,
we hold the knife.
Watch who tends their wounds
and wipes their cheeks
Who lifts the broken
from their knees.
Yes, I know
I understand
For I have cried
the same tears.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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