The first day of a new month.
Why do you careen so out of control
End of the year?
I fear I will be stuck here in my
Mind as it Martha's its way around
Town noticing what needs to be
Done and doing it without thinking of
What's best... sitting at the feet of
Jesus drinking in His splendor with
Splenda and cream - not too hot,
Not too cold, just right minus
The worry.
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