My brother's birthday. I forgot to send a card, and apologised when I spoke to him yesterday ... but as he said, he forgot mine too, so that makes us quits. If only everything were so easy to balance out in life?

Then, I went to a training day - for healers ... and this poem erupted on to my notepad during an idle moment. So, today's poem is not one I prepared earlier ...

Lonely fields

The stranded wife, an abandoned child
Fretting and failing, wandering wild
Booze bloated, fists floating, the fighter
Damns his family to hell’s own land

Bandaged, blood-stained, his wounds still seeping
Takes bed side healing, patience keeping
Bells a’ringing and time past passing
In this lonely field, the truth, it’s banned

And yet, till this soil and water well
Hoping to heaven for health to swell
Isolated seeds of forgiveness
Sun blessed, with love’s breath bowled underhand

Standing tall, strong, with eyes that shine bright
The message now clear: one thought that’s right
Fans a flickering flame, guides the way
To the narrow path where sin’s unplanned

Not much on the sex and suicide side here ... I'll find something lighter for tomorrow.

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