Aug 212010
Mine are the Master’s hands.
I choose bitter or sweet.
Mine, the choice to be made.
My expectations to meet.
Blossom, bloom, perfume, bear fruit.
Judgment, resentment, contention? Moot.
Unless I embrace them.
It’s up to me.
I AM, you see.
So are you.
Whatcha gonna do?
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