Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Tuck all the moments beneath your belt
that the Lord God has assigned to you.
A steamy summer day
a child's quick smile, uninvited beauty
the wet, slick grass
Do not allow what glistens with a slight sheen
Learn to wait.
Then, gladly gather all these moments, unforeseen,
and tuck them 'neath your belt.
No More Don’t want to hang ’round these ghosts no more as they moan and wander and pace this ol’ floor. Don’t want to hang ’round ...