once worn with pride
eat the wearer
up inside

they have wrinkles
lines of care
but a person isn't
what they wear

wether pink
or brownish lace
wether russet...
freckled face

wether taupe or
still ecru
wether me
or wether you

we all wear colors
on our bones
it matters not
their depth of tone!

let's take the rags
and by God's grace
make a quilt
of Jesus' FACE!

instead of hate
and wishing harm
this manifold quilt
will keep us warm!

wether you're
old aged or a youth
you're part of the quilt

and that's the TRUTH.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/8/2016

life goes on as it should wether bad or wether good
it can change from day today going on its own way
everyday it just moves on until another day as gone
it  revolves goes round and round passes by without a sound
wether bad or wether good life goes on as it should
it goes on and dosent stop just keeps going until you drop.

In the realm of skies and fleece,
The weather dances wild and free.
The sun shines bright, the rain does pour,
Changing moods forevermore.

Yet there stands the humble wether,
In pasture fields, through all weather.
Calm and steady, in the breeze,
Amidst the storm, amidst the peace.

When lightning strikes and thunder roars,
The weather shows its fearsome force.
But still, the wether stands its ground,
With silent strength, without a sound.

The weather shifts with every day,
A symphony in nature's play.
The wether, though, remains the same,
A steadfast soul, without acclaim.

Both weather and wether teach us well,
Of life's great ebb and flow to tell.
In ever-changing skies and land,
Find balance, grace, and understand.

For in the world of earth and sky,
We learn to live, we learn to try.
Like weather's whim and wether's grace,
We face our storms, we find our place.