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RESTITUTION
I bring baskets of flowers and put them on the shelf,
Each flower a thing of beauty, as I would want to be myself. "These are my children, Lord, and I give them all to you,
Clothed in all their brilliance, in white and pink and blue.?
"I'll separate them for you according to perfectness,
For you to judge, the most perfect and the less.?
This one is most perfect, the stem is straight and strong,
The petals are exquisite and blended to the central thong. This one is less perfect, so I?ll place it here a bit away,
These are imperfect, some small, with scattered petals in disarray.
?But Lord, they are all my children?And yours to cherish and love.
"The least of them has a reason for being, as they look to Heaven above."
?Please forgive me, Lord, for my imperfections, help me to understand
If I have wounded anyone today, I am sincerely sorry and For forgiveness I earnestly pray to be allowed to make amends, To right the wrongs, to reach out and help, not hurt anyone,
To say, "I bring baskets of thoughts to place upon the lea,
?Each thought a flower of beauty, and I do hope Thy will for me
Shall lead to restitution of a joy that used to be.?
POINT OF NO RETURN
Have we no voice that we do not cry out
Against the tyranny which has rent our house asunder?
Are we mute that we sit idly by
To see it crumble and fall into nothingness?
Small things that grow into insurmountable objects "Time will heal things and we?ll go on as before.?
No! We?ll never go as before, in peace and harmony.
The point of no return has been reached.