“It’s not a competition”, this keeps echoing in my mind…
The banker’s purse holds gold sold
The trapper’s purse holds lies told
While the shepherd’s holds the heart bold.
And if I could bring the rain as told, which direction will the world unfold?
Will it save the herrings red or save a bear family from the dread?
Will it be for peace and love? And for compassion to spill below as above?
Each purse might make some sort of start but only one can save a bleeding heart.