The Tiny Mustard Seed

So, where is home?

Home is where the dust cries

In a foreign land

Where we shall come to know the bitterness of exile.

And yet, where is this home?

It is inside the mustard seed

Where only the dying can see –

If we are to poeticize these inkwells

With an altruistic art,

We must become the pen

Upon this page of forceful doubts.

Only then shall we come to light this

Legendary candle

Of hope.

Published by John Gregory Evans

Poetry is truth as we share our words that express our stories. I have been writing poetry over twenty years and have been published within many venues, including two books of mine. As poets we speak our truths and become known by our words. If you are a poet...keep writing. There remains joy and love in the solace of the written word.

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