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.
He broke his stride for me He threw me a rope I threw a rock at his head He was generous It was his nature I pushe...