
Breaking glass ceilings
lifting their heads up in pride
chilli seeds emerge

Breaking glass ceilings
lifting their heads up in pride
chilli seeds emerge

We race up mountains
sweating hard to get a high;
driving’s not for all.
Went to a baptism today, and while I was scanning the verses of a hymn, a few words popped out at me. I came home and “found” this poem in the hymn titled And Can it Be by Charles Wesley.
I’m not pious, so I didn’t interpret the poem as such. To me, this poem is about a greedy human who thinks a bit too highly of their self. Any thoughts and feedback welcome.
I interest me to death, amazing me!
Immortal design, the sound of all minds.
His infinite love, for all me.
My spirit in a light, my heart rose.
Condemnation is mine! In righteousness, I approach the crown.
Full hymn on the left; found poem on the right. 👇

As the old goes out
our world makes way for the new
summer will pass, too

Thick suit of armour
oak bark wearing week-old moss
faces axe bearers