“Freedom Found”

freedom moon

A harvest-moon hangs low and bright

Heaping healing into the night
A Wrangler jeep heats a white T-shirt, no shoes needed skip the dirt
A hippie cries out plying for peace, suburban saviors quietly control (kill) gassing the geese
Take one out, out to the wild, where a weaning  mother let’s go of her child
A farm fields rest domestically vain, builders count cash grinning greedily with gain
Hands clasped at the end of an aisle, a little later an attorney opens a file
Give me the wind, branches, and sandy soil
Born free, lucky and raggedly Royal
Blessings perpetuate pleading multiplication
blood-stained garments, finds purification
Free at last…
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About Timothy S.

I am of lover of all. I love people. I believe everyone should be heard and I hope during that process that peace, love, encouragement, learning and growth are spread throughout society. I would much enjoy if you interact with my Journey so I can learn from you. Sign up for email updates when I post a new article.
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One Response to “Freedom Found”

  1. Argelio says:

    Great post again! It was a great blood moon. How awesome is all the creation of the Lord!!

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