God the Lightbulb
I like it of a morning when the
lunatics still sleep
I like it of a morning when you
let my conscience weep
I love it of a rainy dawn when
all my souls you keep;
The scattered selves all rent apart,
who battle through the week.
I like and love you God
of mine. You are inside me all the time
– but mostly
after watching you,
and listening too
and always after
judging and condemning you
I see in sumptuous dew-soaked solitude
Your glory shining through.
Peggy Spencer
Posted at 04:52h, 06 OctoberBeautiful words.
jack spencer
Posted at 04:53h, 06 OctoberBeautiful words.
Peggy Spencer
Posted at 04:54h, 06 OctoberBeautiful and meaningful words.
Robert Czerny
Posted at 10:12h, 06 OctoberSuch wisdom in a simple joyful package. My day is smiling. Thank you.
suzanne renaud
Posted at 11:55h, 06 OctoberBeautiful inspiration!
Caroline Maloney
Posted at 12:50h, 06 OctoberBeautiful! Thank you!
Peter Bisson
Posted at 15:05h, 06 OctoberThank you Magdalena!