poetry

NaPoWriMo #9

There is a village where men and women cower
Where they run and hide so that battle will never reach them.
Where safety presides but strength and honor are not welcome.

Across the way, there are those who battle freely, abundantly.
They wield swords instead of practicing love and kindness.

In between these two there is a garden
When you have cowered so much that you have found your Strength.
And you have fought so hard that you have found your Love.
Come.  I’ll meet you there.
Come with just the clothes on your back.
Come naked, if you will.
Just come.

 

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