You don’t know how bad the weeds are until you try to plant and keep a garden. In a similar way, as C.S. Lewis put it, “no man knows how bad he is till he has tried very hard to be good.” These are the things I was thinking about when I wrote this poem:
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The Flood
This is a poem about the joy of giving and looking beyond ourselves:
The Flood
Self-seeking will never find
The ways that giving heals the mind
The joy that grows from being kind
To those who can’t give back.
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