She's right.
I do do everything
at last minute.
Her tears were my own.
I, too, hated the idea
you can't always get
what
you
want
and here we are again,
gathering at last minute
the ingredients for celebration
of the birth
of our dear one.
Isn't there a better way
to celebrate
what is
than by clinging
to what
is not?
Showing posts with label 272. The stillness of the peace of God is mine.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 272. The stillness of the peace of God is mine.. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
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