Luke 6:28
"Bless those who curse you." Why is this such a blindspot For one with nothing Save several choice words You magnificently cursed You with empty pots Paths lined with flowers Have green shoots ever failed form When goodwill is inked Beauty blooms and more May you see these things firsthand May blessings outpour Overflowing cup May enemies feel the weight Of The Bard's burden So light by the light Like a brother's shouldered load On paths straight and cool Lit by stars and moon Your imagination blooms And inspires growth This is your blessing Without duplicitous stroke May your words(hopes) come(be) true.