We Are The Ancestors Of Those Gardening

The True Poem Rests Between The Words.

Words Are Contact With Other Beings. I See A Word That Says Something I've Noticed, Seen, Felt, Obserevd, And I Capture It; "i Need That Word!"

Because I Had Goodwill For All, I Thought All Were My Friends. And Then I Learned Of Treachery, That Some Preferred My End. It Wasn't The Goodwill I Felt That Made Someone A Friend. What Handy Day, The One I Learned The Meaning Of The Word. How Good To Know My Enemies (though Their Reasons Are Absurd!)

Poverty And War Have No Excuse.

When We Love, We Are Courageous; And Courage Has Nothing To Do With Being Fearless, It's About Being Willing To Experience Fear, Even Dread, To Do What We Must, Without Guarantee Of Outcome.