Remorse for the Fallen


The Fallen Amongst Us
I sought relief from foreign shores. Burdens were plenty but ownership belonged to the other. I birthed on a distant shore. Barrenness could not be found in me. Thus, I sought relief.

I happened upon a traveler. Assistance led me further inland. Migrants surrounded me with stories of plight far from my own. I lived to see myself higher than culture allowed.

Allowance means delay. I have come to terms with the conflicts of the past. Learning has brought me wisdom. Grace grants more than that. May the rates of conversion allow our shores to prosper.

Harvesting brought me a reward I would not reject. A refusal is the contrary to my view. When the year of jubilee reaches you, I pray you find yourself where you last sought relief.

For the fallen amongst us, I pray you find a gracious host, even if low in number. Hierarchy is a foe until you have what is considered personal merit. A measurement of your skills grants a limited purview. In acknowledgement, it is better to ask, seek, and receive help than to toil away or rise and fall.

It is better to lower the eyes than to be cast aside or rejected. It is better to dilute what you call substance than to be termed an outcast.

I offer remorse to the fallen, the lowly in spirit. Similar reports have brought you thus far. The Christian spirit leads us to offer a resting place. We pray you find rest here.

I offer prayers to the open skies to those who fell amongst us. I offer a separation. My prayers will not reach foreign soil.

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