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Teenage Scavengers
Print and PoemTransported high above the clouds by she who keeps the harvest I'm allowed to sit a while in an autumn scene, and sample wisdom on angelic wing. "Would you like to taste what has been grown?" Next, evokes an apology by my heavenly host— For fruit eaten from the inside out, and teeth marks leave little doubt what starving teen has devoured. Heart consumed with silver fork and spoon is left a shell, and I am compelled to ask, "Is the harvest spoiled?" I hear my daughter crying... There's a young scavenger in the dark where empty soul reaches out; A separation from divine love is unseen but felt. Where love is denied growth is hindered. Is there a reason to continue? What can heal such desperate pain? Trust in guidance within dreams, a connection restored to powers unseen. Here is knowledge of heart and secret love so kind. For the lesson of the harvest is not love gained but given— To reap joy sublime give love without condition. —Brenda Ferrimani
