Sent: 2/18/2003 1:19 PM
his hunting blade plowed in deep
as blood red irrigated his wrist
he cried out a want to reap
the bare fields leaving him empty
there was a day when he saw blue skies
and never even questioned why he should die
but today there played an escape
and from earth and humanity he'd rape
his own gift of life living here
something some light just right so dear
close to being snuffed by untrusting fear
and in not valuing the mere
but faith someday he'll see
the unique beauty he's meant to be
grace
