A Poem For Abuse Awareness in November
We are, but dandelions…
We are here for such a short time. When we go what seeds will we sow to the earth?
Abuse is not only a “They” word. It is a “We” word. It is an “I” word.
Once upon a meadow dandelions grew
Free and wild they stood
A day’s life
That is all
Seeds caught the tail of a breeze
They still live on and on
Once upon a fragile heart words fell
But flesh and soul need time to mature
Those words cut deep
Shadowed from the light
Once upon a cross my Savior died
Blood flowed from every side
He left the grave
So all could be made beautiful and free
Never more to be known or treated as a weed
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