JUDITH

Passion

 

Passion is,

Not for those who throw stones at strange things,

Or those who speak through precious silence,

Or those who hurry past dancing leaves,

Not for those who hide from thunder,

Or back away from crashing waves,

Or are afraid to look deeply into the eyes of suffering,

 

Not for those who hide their belly laughs,

Or those who leave when the wild dancing begins,

Or those who take flowers given by their child out of their hair,

 

Not for those who get out of bed quickly in the morning,

Or for,

Those who cannot feel,

Their feet on the ground