It’s in the bags.
It’s in the rags.
It’s in the sun
and in the rain.
The ever-present
need for gain.

It’s driven by
a need for love
not covered by
expensive glove.

The love that
melts the
darkest heart
and is not carried
in a cart.

It’s in the blood.
It’s in the stars.
Embedded in
the painful scars.

Look up and see
this love is free.
Put down the burdens
and look at Me.

Vicki Woodyard