the musings of an overactive mind


My first fruits I hoard.
Greedy, I hide them from sight,
not sharing with You.

All I give is crumbs.
Just offering leftovers,
vestiges of life.

Make me a giver.
Shape my heart to share my life,
transparent with You!

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5 Responses

  1. Laurie Bell says:

    Your poetry still cuts right to the heart. 😍

  2. prewitt1970 says:

    I like this 🎨✨

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