Honor me with waste
Compartmentalized.
Eyes have got your back.
Defiance is despised.
Sorting through our scraps,
Inspecting every find.
Sift and sort and stack.
Join the heart and mind
With repositioned earth.
Only as our measure,
Doing what we’re told,
Mattering our treasure.
More than dust we are,
More than carbon black
Near the garbage can,
Who is talking back?
Jeremiah 2:27 -“Saying to a tree, ‘You are my father,’ And to a stone, ‘You gave birth to me.’ For they have turned their back to Me, and not their face. But in the time of their trouble They will say, ‘Arise and save us.'”
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