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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. Login to Reply 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... Login to Reply 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! Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply 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.