Sunday, January 3, 2021

POEM/ R-E-D-E-M-P-T-I-O-N

 


                     

When a poor girl

takes her school bag again,

When a farmer blushes                      

to see the first bloom,

When a priest sees

the poor guy washes his tears,

When the river

starts to flow again,

          ….

                                   When we keep open

                                   the channels of love and gift,

                       volunteer to support

                       someone less safe,

                       finding new ways of communicating,

                      even simply meditating,

                      asking new questions,

 

                     It happens;  the  r-e-d-e-m-p-t-i-o-n!

                     

 

 

 

 

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