Being where

A Being  am not,

even less than that.

Talents Being no have,

hidden in the ground.

The first fruits died,

a fig tree of leaves.

God’s child is the Being.

from the heart of God,

lives His spirit, deep within.

It is the last straw,

Being holding on.

Humble crouch to the ground,

in silent cry,

at the feet of God.


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