Dear God, all this talk about civil unrest. I know first-hand, what it’s like to grow up fatherless. Move from home to home because the rent is too high.
The beans and rice we consumed- mother never once complained. A Security Guard by night and Home Health Aide by day. Her only hope was a song of faith. “Life gets sweeter and sweeter as the days go by.”
The sun still shines, winds come and they go. “Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness as a mighty stream.”
We are stout people like trees. Our hearts are round-broken hearts of flesh but our knees are not our own. We give them to those who seek refuge, a bare sustenance of hope.
A Poet's Vision 
This is an anthem for social justice. Love it!
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thank you kindly
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Our hearts weep for those without refuge, love, comfort or support. Well written to remind us all of their needs & their world. We must keep our eyes open.
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Thank you kindly indeed you are right
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I find myself praying this morning for all the people I know with round-broken hearts of flesh. Your words brought them to my mind.
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blessings to you my friend, I’m touching in agreement with much love
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Sending lots of love and hugs dear friend ❤❤
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aw, thank you Mithai Mumblezz blessings to you and hugs right back 🙂
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Thank you so much sister😘😘❤❤
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