Flowering empathy ...Blooms
Run my beautiful one,
Run!
Have you not heard?
(Jealousy raped Vanity!)
Their child
That child Envy!
She searches for you
…With scissors
Flowering empathy ...Blooms
Run my beautiful one,
Run!
Have you not heard?
(Jealousy raped Vanity!)
Their child
That child Envy!
She searches for you
…With scissors
Comments2
I sense a common motif in several pieces of your work: the hypocrisy of the human vices (jealousy, envy, self-seeking - sons and daughters of the great one: pride); present and working their destructive mayhem. No-one can save themselves; only with God’s grace can a free person turn from such vice and begin to embark on a more ‘wholesome’ course; to freely empower the intellect and will; to freely form one’s conscience for the good of self and neighbor. These are your TRUE motives of credibility when it looks like everything around you is falling apart.
I could not agree with you more thank you for taking the time to peruse.
poelove

very well depicted
M
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