At the ocean, I counted waves. Doubled my math with white caps. Then my hands cupped sand and the sum was lost. These infinite places.
In the city, it seems the only lights come from skyscrapers, which compared to other peaks and the infinte stars, can we really compare? Less than or greater than?
I wonder how many people we have loved or in love? Not only people we love, but things: animals, flowers, places, food, books… add up each beloved part within us?
How many times have we victorified? Fill in the oval of types of victory. How many times have we prayed? Fill in the oval of types of prayers. How many times for joy? Fill in oval.
I sometimes make up my own words. I take the noun and do with it, as I please. In essence, I understand victorified is not a word, but it should be, when you think about it for those of us who love word crunching and inventing our own language,
Today is Sunday, and I wanted to give my praise to certain people in my life right now who have given their time, resources, and or other ways to help the most during COVID-19. My Dad and his significant other and my Mom. I am so grateful to each of you. My parents have been there from the beginning with supporting my writing, as well. I just wanted to give thanks today because they mean so much, to me and because on Sundays’ I am in a place of worship. I have been overcome by love. I am blessed and I love you.
I want to be your flute for your joy’s tune I want to be a piano for your loving symphony I want to be a drum for your energy’s vibration I want to sing for your words in hope I want to be a choir to be in harmony with your strength I want to be the audience so heaven echoes I want to clap to have our hands together
I read the Bible every night to praise you at the end I say my prayers every night to respect you I kiss my little girl goodnight because you blessed me