Some things are not dead; they refuse to die,
Even with broken wings, they learn to fly.
Defying fate, God uplifts their brave souls,
Bruised, knocked about and flayed*, now burning coals.
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This poem is dedicated to the THOUSANDS of plants and flowers cast aside to be tossed into a dumpster at my job in a garden center. I spent hours individually watering each of these marked for death innocent creatures; God showed them Mercy. Dying and cast aside, it should be noted they're all alive now; and half have found happy homes. Do God's Will. Show Mercy.
De Novo is the begining of the end.The reason we are here is because we were not here before. Walk each step of life de novo my friend.