It is wrong to let the soul
Count on others to heal
For no one can fix another
It is ours to do.
Leaning on a trunk
Filled with knots
Holes were burrowed
But don’t belong to us.
It is with our own vine
Wrapped with our genes
Colored leaves born of God
Who we need to rely on.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
Painting by,
Terry Shepherd
Who I am 