Newton Numbers
From the dude
Who wouldn't sing his song
To the stone
He now sits upon
From the woman
Who took the fruit
To the ground
In which she became root
From the baby
In the womb
To the kick
That stretches the room
From the child
Who puts forth a slap
To the reverb
Now giving back
From the teen
Pressing against control
To the space
He's been given to grow
From the onset of time
When action was taken
To the flipping of the script
Growing up the mistaken
...thought
Ugh! I want out
Round and round we go
When it stops
Is when we KNOW
...TRUTH
GOD is LOVE!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-11-2023
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2023
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