Monday, October 3
Delays are good.
Sometimes.
Like when the packers are supposed to come on Monday
and then they aren’t.
Because you discover that you’re far
from ready for them anyway,
because you’ve underestimated stuff,
and you’ve forgotten to pay your bills,
and you’ve lost a safe deposit box key.
Did I mention the grandgirl delayed to clean up
water on the floor after her shower,
so she slipped, stumbled, and shattered
the bathroom window while we were gone?
She’s okay. Just a small cut,
but add in time for taping and sliver exploration
but deduct a delay for
a final debridement because
until the window doctor makes a house call
to repair the damage after we are gone.
Sorry, buyers.
I need a safe deposit box for delays
so I can withdraw when needed.
If I can find the key.
His love is
the box, His
Son is the key
that opens it for
your deep down and
everyday needs – no
bills, no receipts, no
balances due. Click the
clasp. Release hope’s glory
of the goodness yet to come.
Sweet!!! Click the clasp.
Love your last stanza
Thanks, teach! ?