Lift them up and put them down.
Forward march.
Keep that heart off
the ground.
For walking dogs and battered
shells,
Like splintered crosses,
Must go on.
Boots stand down, call it out.
Give some ground.
Join the softened climb with love.
So barbed trunks and dying seeds,
Like fallen hearts,
Send out roots.
Like fallen hearts,
Send out roots.
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| Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul. -St. Augustine- |
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| Tis the most tender part of love, each other to forgive. -John Sheffield- |
