...giving only "half a chance."
Not a chance. just half.
Pharisees they are
attacking characters
under righteousness
instead of touching souls.
slashing pages
of lives well written
because the letters
were a little crooked.
scoffing at the widows
offering and falling
at the miser's feet.
so what I'm saying is...
If they would only stop a moment
and not just look at her, but
and not just look at her, but
LOOK AT HER.
Through her eyes
down to her soul.
She is a somebody too.
Made by the same hands.
Made by the same hands.
Stirring post. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteWell written dear Jenn! That got me thinkin!
ReplyDeleteGirl, I love this poem!!! Almost inspires me to take up my writing pen again :-)
ReplyDeleteLove you!
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ReplyDelete<3 what lovely words. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThis post probably has 200 views cuz of me checking back to see if you've posted again. Get writing girl! Lol No.. really, I'm being dumb and love reading your thoughts so just... hi from me :)
ReplyDeleteWhat Lyndsey said!! I miss your writing but understand that life gets in the way!! Still mad/sad we missed each other at Christmas...
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