When It's Blown To The Wayside Poem by Angie M..
When It's Blown To The Wayside
What I have
I can't give
and they don't get...
so then in the future
what isn't seen
is never looked for.
I'm allowed to feel the injustice
in all its presence
The spirit breathes with me
and then calms my breath to
where I know, it's not in my control
only God can give those who see
Grace to their ignorance
grace for my own.
Sunday, October 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
on multiple main motivations
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