I don't really like pickleloaf.

I don't really like pickleloaf...I don't really like blogging. But here I am, blurting out whatever is on my mind.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Drenched in the goodness of God

For a strong love
A husband that sees and knows
Encourages, works, brightens and delights
Who crosses his legs at the ankle
His ridiculously white feet dangling in contentment

For food every day
and unexpected offerings of fruits and cheese and stews
sometimes carried carefully, planned, for my pleasure

For a body that can carry
And hold strong
and breathe and gulp cold water

For friends and strangers with
powerful kindness
In their smiles and words and tears

For a free pool to swim in
And not be afraid of the deep end
Or weird noises
But leap forward in the water and
Let it float me to the surface
For the weightlessness and the waves

For the smallest of moments where I can
Be forgiving and honest and gracious
Be transparent and faulty and sorry
Be joyful and hoping and sensitive

For big black dogs
Huge tree limbs spreading
Robins in green budding gardens
An endless variety of ways
to say thank you



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