Poetic Responses to Psalms and Scripture
I sent my daughter to school without her raincoat, again!
She 'll canter home soaking wet.I'll strain my wrist yanking tangles from her hair.
If I bother my friends it's no wonder, ranting about these and a hundred other worries.
But I can 't phone them now.My cell went dead last week after I dropped it in a puddle.
My tongue flails like a fire hose blasting water with no one to hold it.
Still, today, I feel better. The sun shines, proud of itself. The sky beams.
Dry.
-- By: Ms. Karen Jessee, OP - - a member of the Dominican Laity, St. Mary Magdelene Group in Raleigh, NC. She writes and teaches, living with her husband and children near Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
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