The process.

Who will consume the grains?

The seeds are already planted, my Lord.

So who spilt the beans?

I spilt the beans , my Lord.

And who will clean them up?

No one will clean them up.

Then who will process the beans spilt?

Only those who can

handle the truth, my Lord.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

An almost tongue in cheek response, andrew.. but is in fact a fine way of slowly, step by step, reaching a space in which to pause, consider and hold close. This is heartfelt and worthy writing.. thank you so much for sharing.

[andrew mitchell]

As always Emma you are much too kind. Thank you for your words and visit.