Are the strangest beings on the planet.
We love them at our own peril
For in the end we find our hearts
In the hands of flawed humans
With hands just as clumsy as ours,
Just as capable of hurt
And tyranny
And the stuff of heart break.
People
Are the strangest beings on the planet.
We avoid them at our own peril
For we were fashioned for fellowship
And isolation has proven dangerous for our souls,
And human touch proven necessary
For our survival.
We need to be known
And known well
Seen
And seen deeply.
By people.
People are our most immediate portals
Of pain and pleasure in this life,
And indeed the very means
By which we come know
Life itself.