Sown by man born of woman. Delivered with searing pains red blood in pulsing veins. Beating hearts, lungs breathing air all emotions flowing there. No matter the color of the skin a human soul lives within. And when the last breath is drawn the living spirit passes on. Not one person shall be passed by for all of us will surely die. When the flesh returns to dust judged by the Maker pure and just. ©LauraRobertson2006