Lessons learned from chickens

[Downthestretch55]

I'll stay with the poetry for a while.
Sometimes it says more with less.
I don't know the person that wrote this, but it spoke to me.
I know something about planting seeds and reaping the harvest.
Living in abundance requires work, and also sharing it, so that others may also feast, see, and then share. That's how it grows. That's exactly how it grows.
Enjoy this one. I did.
If I might add...sometimes poetry needs to be read twice. Once silently, and then again out loud, so you can hear the rhythm of the words. Each one counts.

"Where Can We See Him?"

His face was painted on cathedral domes.
It graced the gilded chapels of kings.
Each age portrayed it differently
On tapestries and glowing glass,
As pious, precious offerings.
Chanting monks proclaimed His glory.
Symphonies rang forth.
Ancient texts and learned tomes
Were writ to tell His story.
And yet I ponder in my heart
About this gentle man,
Who never owned an ermine robe
Nor smallest piece of land.
He spoke of love and tolerance.
He lived amongst the poor.
He fought no wars. He offered peace.
His message has endured.
Millions claim to follow Him,
With eyes that cannot see,
Unless they seek His face anew
In suffering humanity.

Peace,
Larkrise


Thank you Larkrise... your message of peace has been spread. Let it grow.
DTS