People

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.

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