Come home by Ann WoodCOME HOME...
Since you left, I write everything
and I drop the letters all the time.
I don't know if you read humanity,
but today I decided to send it to you,
you must be worried too,
are we healthy, is the essential ...
Don't think. We're getting older,
but otherwise we are the same inside.
Sometimes we fight and shout,
and words weigh like planets.
Our wings hurt. And slowly sprout,
and quickly wilted in favor of the hands.
Sometimes our faces are small
look like raisins of hatred.
And other times we are huge. Unclear,
divine and real, and right.
But it's sad since he left.
And today I am writing to ask You…
forgive us. We were evil and we offended You.
Come home, God. In humans.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-21 at 14:50
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