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You can bet on Murphy’s Law

the minute I write on this spare,

I’m going to need it, but here it goes.

 

I am from the bottom of a hatch.

I come from a four-door P.T. Cruiser

that bless her heart can’t get over 60

without huffing and puffing.

Sometimes, it’s Bach, other times it’sTim McGraw,

Most of the time it’s Positive & Encouraging K-Love.

I don’t mind the town’s cobbled roads

and streets like Roberts, and Bradford

because it all works well for me.

Justified Love on Behalf of A Sinner

May God Be With You,

that He wouldn’t hide in the shadows, hidden from his touch, like we do.

That He wouldn’t be like the thousand decisions we as humans have made on our own, believing we manage just fine.

Selfish souls who believe they are immutable as if they have been dealt a perfect hand and only when we run out do we point fingers.

Past time here on the land He perfected, was not created or designed to be a flaw.

How can we justify, and accept love when we threw it all away?  Each time wrapped in flesh, tied with a red ribbon.

For the thousand choices we decided, were

good.

Burn to ash for ash we are.

But He lifts our chin and says you’re mine.

The solitude He has kept and waited patiently to dust us off and clean us up and look on us with love.

Each thousand thought erased from His design, His image.

May God Be With You.