Forehead furrows.

Forehead furrows.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The cross you bear
is not made of iron
yet carried in blind faith
in the hope that
the luggage you do carry
will be lifted
that you drag behind
leaving forehead furrows.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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yes, we need to check that baggage and furrowed brow before getting on life's flight...we will be so much more free to fly with love.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

indeed thank you for your words Jacob.

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andrew mitchell
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