CLIMBING THE BEANSTALK(A POEM)

Once told stories of seeds grown high,
A great magic to climb above into the sky.

Why?

Deep poverty and suffering searching for hope beans are found
A trade made then planted into the ground

Climb. Climb. Climb.
At one time hidden from Giant

Stolen riches . . .
Running away
CHOP!

The Giant was defeated

Who was the Giant?
Will we ever know.

What if we only understood,
that if we were grinded into the bread of the sky where he lay
Eternal riches will be ours some day.

How could we blame the past though?
Desperation breeds impatient acts sometimes
And the desecration of oneself, when your broken inside -
From the outside conditions unpleasant

But if we knew of the life as eternal peasant
Giving away all of our heavenly presents
To those in need.

Maybe then we . . .
Could live in the castle.

Well, for now I will climb the beanstalk.

- The Symbol
- All is Love