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Transformation

Overpowered by the vicissitudes of life, The soul can be broken down and beaten Like a sheaf of wheat at the threshing, Where the chaff is tossed to the winds. The good salvaged like grains of wheat, Leavened and turned into sustenance, Feeds a temporal home for a whole being Who wanders through the fallow fields, After the harvest and longs for eternity. Written October 13, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 10/14/2022 9:50:00 PM

We can get beaten down, which is why we have to surround ourselves with the kind people and faith.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/15/2022 8:03:00 AM

Yes, indeed. I believe that is so important myself.

Michael Tor

Date: 10/14/2022 3:48:00 PM

Very insightful Milton. Your cleverness is shared by you in this fine Poem. I am impressed my friend...

L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/14/2022 7:08:00 PM

Thank you, Michael. I really appreciate your comment.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 10/14/2022 10:14:00 AM

So lovely! One to meditate on!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/14/2022 1:37:00 PM

Thanks, Kim.

Jenna Logan

Date: 10/14/2022 8:34:00 AM

There is quite a bit of depth to these thoughts, Milt. Those fields that lie barren can be sown and reaped once more.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/14/2022 8:43:00 AM

Indeed. And, that, I believe, is purposed in the divine plan. This prompts me to think about reincarnation once again. Thanks for the thoughtful comment, Jenna.