Go to places the earth receives
the barefooted pleasure of you.
Where you are able to
notice yourself as a breathing,
living human being.
Emotions may rise and fall
with the spending of a day
on what seems like nothing.
But there are tears here
that come on laughter and on pain.
And there are tears of another kind
when beside the tomb of evil fruits,
you walk straight into a man weeping.
Interpretations of reality
are determined by your
outlook on life accumulated.
But sit with God
from the viewpoint of things eternal
and you realise love must still be greater.
Awareness steeped
in veins of blood that ran
for all mankind,
transforms our ability to
really see.
We are changed by the tears God sheds
at the mouth of every tomb that
waits for resurrection.
Jenneth Graser
#write31days
Day 13 Prompt - aware
Artist - Daniel Bonnell
Listen to Resurrection - Nicol Sponberg
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