An onion I am.
With many layers.
Molded by our father.
Who slowly peels away the bad.
Though times I fall astray.
He still is always there.
He may turn his head.
Allow us to follow our way.
But when i do.
When I am not walking by faith.
My core begins to rot.
Slowly from the inside out.
Yet our father takes a knife.
Cuts us straight to the core.
So once again.
We may find him.
He then takes the rotten core.
And places it into new soil.
So that once more.
Out of the old a new seed takes root.
Once more i find you father.
And sometimes the lesson may hurt us.
But its so we don't fall again that way.
Sometimes a father must punish us with the knifes
So that once more he gets to the point.
And the onion once more takes root.
Growing new layers with your word.
Like an onion we our father.
You grow us, mends us and mold us.
No matter what you are there.
So we may be reborn as a new.
A new life as the onion.
This poem is from one of the teaching of Reveren James Alan a dear and faithful man. he will be forever missed as he has went to god. So have taken his words and rewrote it in my own as a poem in his memory.
