defying atrophy
I wait for joy. Again, this year, I wait.
Ben Kohns
“but by morning, joy!” says the Good Book.
Please, bring some tidings.
wrens laid eggs / in the coop. / sang / almost / constantly.
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