I once saw
a pretty thing
oh! I said.
And for a few moments
I experienced
something sweet
pleasurable.

And then
that pretty thing
that bit of bliss
it slipped from reach
and shattered
gone.

And so it is
when on earth
a bit of Heaven
touches
my unclean lips.

The blood of Jesus Christ, it cleanses me of all my sin.
February 23rd
10:19

Spring is nearing.

I can feel it’s soft, warm voice beginning to stir beneath the dead, cold grasses.