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Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better — or — A Gentle Blade of Circumcision

I am a farmer
with a spade I chisel the earth
I break her skin
She is calloused,
and does she realize it?
Cut, cultivate, reap
She will yield–and weep
Some see it as abuse
or maybe its torture
consider it therapy
in a world with no future.

What you say…I’ll take with a grain,
of salt.
What you hear…I’ll circumcise the vine,
but not the grape.
What you see…I’ll sow the wild oats,
for the harvest.
What you feel…I’ll work for the fruits of labor,
that rejoice in the work.

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About R. Ward

A husband, father, teacher, and struggling man of God.

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