Its for our own protection honey. Her mother tried to explain. But she was never really satisfied.
Why do we need fences?
Barbed wires around everything beautiful. Why did God not make fences around His rivers and deserts? Why does sky have no fence? Why do clouds get to breach territories with their rain? How did God miss this important detail?
Honey why don’t you appreciate the pasture? Try not to focus on the fences if they disturb you.
Because the pasture is where it should be. The pasture is at home. But the wires.. they are weeping. They want to be set free. They don’t want to live a life of hostility, but no one’s listening ma.
And my heart is aching for them.
Prompt from Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge.