For Us and the Little Ones
An egg under a cement block
can feel the full crushing load.
Holding unto its own small flock,
watching for the yolk to close.
Singing- it won't, cursing-it will,
if it does the center implodes.
With no center I know,
the pray of holding on
sure is going, going wrong.
With no center to hold,
seems it won't be long.
Tell us, pray us,
hold on, go on.
It stills our hearts,
the egg, its heart
is so strong,
no cement block
can crack, our
Hard, hard,
heart centered
Life.
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