So much powerful emotion and passion contained in these few lines, as the blood dripped the Marys wept for he did not judge only accepted and loved
fee
i see - a few stories here, -mind you,on a smoke free eve, i'd occasionally want to use the sandals differently, a whole pile of sandals, a strong arm - anyway, peace and love xx
There are many wrongs in this tired world of our, many of which that should have been righted long ago yet still linger. Profound words of deep thought...
Dying for/and because of "everybody's" wrongs - "man" has a penchant for persecution when he/she puts this world before everything... but maybe "we all" just need to try harder...
You get us thinking!
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 4, 2010
Hah! Dere's a few wronged men around to / Not me / I was the one doing the wronging much of my life, but it isn't all one-sided . . . Gotta love it
(on a sunny day)...
My knees are dirty from kneeling in the earthen gardens
Cultivating roots while sowing seeds for future harvests
& then some passerby religion came to preach to me about salvation
& my soul burning in the pits of hell...
they looked at me with disgruntled judgments
Sneering at my dirty knees & dirty fingernails…
I don’t know what they do to get dirty knees at their alter
But the judgment was not justified…and I told them so…
Love & Vociferous Voices
Vickie
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Be always safe,
Karen
You get us thinking!
My knees are dirty from kneeling in the earthen gardens
Cultivating roots while sowing seeds for future harvests
& then some passerby religion came to preach to me about salvation
& my soul burning in the pits of hell...
they looked at me with disgruntled judgments
Sneering at my dirty knees & dirty fingernails…
I don’t know what they do to get dirty knees at their alter
But the judgment was not justified…and I told them so…
Love & Vociferous Voices
Vickie