And Oh ! to cross the line
Between seeking wisdom
And a loopy rant
We try and we just can’t
Avoid tripping over
Fences, on these people’s land
As we run our errands
While reaching out for a truth
Possibilities, of a helping hand
Relying on the friends, loving the neighbours
A tall weed, peeps out of their trimmed greens
A visible effort, nevertheless, forever unseen.
-Al
- Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 27th, 2024 08:18
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 25
Comments3
To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted.
Thanks for such a beautiful halt you made…
Most interesting. how to define the line. Nicely written.
Thanks alot 🙃
having supped upon these words and my own subsequent reflections,
I sense where you might now be coming from .. sometimes, I fear it is best to keep one's head held low .. at least under the parapet .. kindest regards, Neville
Thanks alot for your kind, helpful words 😊
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