I wait for joy. Again, this year, I wait.
“but by morning, joy!” says the Good Book.
Please, bring some tidings.
wrens laid eggs
/ in the coop.
Oh, that’s sounding better – God’s deeds and not mine /
perhaps I am still off the hook /
but who fought the “physical” part – got in line? /
you’ve got to remember to read the whole book.
I think of underdogs today and choose to go a different way
the best of all gifts
come from the heart and the hands
touch you head to toe