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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem