Monday, July 13

Tag: Compassion


Poetry, Spirituality
weeds where are my chrysanthemums? their curved fingers gently holding the jaspar engraved with names of love, trust, and compassion. where are they? i call out like mother gaia searching for her lost children overturning stone after stone of anger, fear, and compulsion. where are they? have the weeds swallowed you up like a crocodile meeting a chihauhau? where are they? where are they? where are you? ~Terri Stewart, Dec. 2010