breaking my fast
it’s good friday
and I’m thinking of downsizing
yet again
sell the place as is
and buy something with just
enough room
to keep my thoughts
all to myself
of course I’d donate
a closet full of clothing
and sell most of the furnishings
giving a tenth
of the proceeds
to the immaculate conception
that inner city sanctuary
renown for feeding
the hungry
and saying mass in spanish
every day at noon
there are plenty of other
crosses
I’m in need of bearing
thinking they may
lighten my overall penance
but for the moment
I’m content staying put
resting my eyes and
breaking bread
come daylight
april two thousand nineteen
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Beautiful poem🌺 just enough room to keep my thoughts… that’s a masterpiece 👍
Thank you very much, Mona ~ wishing you a lovely weekend!
Too many crosses to bear…
yes indeed, Melanie!