When were those times, Lord? What did I say? What was I wearing? Who was I with? Did I seek you first? Have I ever in my life said, "I will never be shaken."? Who has that kind of faith? I'm constantly shook by what's been done by what I've done Your anger should probably last longer than a moment. But it is delight that blooms as I feel like I am withering: pink peonies the size of softballs in a vase on the dining room table a student driver bumper sticker that reads, "I'm freaking trying!" and sends Harper and I into giggles reading a book outside trying to race the sun and finish the story before it sets Joy comes in the morning and in the afternoon Joy sails on dwindling light, and doesn't care if we're shaken or not.
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Joy comes in the morning.
Sails on dwindling light.
I Love how you use words
"Your anger should probably last longer than a moment.
But it is delight that blooms
as I feel like I am withering:"
These juxtapositions ring true.