Cornflowers

cornflowers—
each blossom
a single thought
of peace—beauty
and love—
ah, mine soul shines!

A child walkIng along the beach--

A child walking

along the beach—

who follows it?

How are we to understand

those who have only rocks

weighing on their hearts?

Are oblivious to a soft light

touching the grass?

Hate and scorn

bring tears to my eyes,

labor to my steps…

Does not innocence deserve

care and kindness by

those who follow its

imprint in the sand?