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I am a brother Knocking on the past – with letter Hoping family will remember – The freckled and fun. To them I was Jimmy The boy bringing home bullfrogs, But as years pass I’ve become a casual whisper That crosses their lips … I was taken away Where the unkind And evil live Now a stranger wrinkled with time. -- James W. Collins |
In a pot Wilted flowers demand attention Below is a pit Holding the source of life A score is told within the green But here brawn dominates Life had passage Perhaps a new form will emerge The old lady scratches her weathered
face Pondering her own life As she spades vacant pots Hoping for the same kindness in
passing. -- James W. Collins |
"Come to Me,
all you who labor
and are burdened,
and I will give you rest.
Take My yoke upon you,
and learn from Me,
for I am meek
and humble of heart,
and you will find
rest for your souls...."
– The Lord
