And today’s blessing . . . .
Monkeys live in trees, Monkeys have hairy knees, Monkeys don’t wear shoes, Monkeys never lose . . . . their wallets! Cause they don’t have any.
I like monkeys as much or more than Jilly likes whales.
And I like the mall.
And I like my new outfit. Woohoo!!! (Okay, so I might think that it’s a little over the edge, but I’ll pull it off. Cause I’m cool too.)
On a more serious note, no, I am not copying anyone. I shoul dhave posted this back when it would have been original . . . before the three-o-clock class, that is.
I wish to want, Lord, what eludes my will:
between your passion and my heart a block
of ice deflects your fire, and makes a mock
of everything I write with perjured quill.
I love you with my lips, then groan that still
your love can’t reach my heart, nor will it knock
and force the door, that joys of all kinds flock
about my heart, your purpose to fulfill.
dissolve that block, my lord, tear down the wall
whose thickness keeps me from the piercing light
of your sweet presence, no longer seen on earth.
Be like a bridegroom, let your brightness fall
upon a yearning soul which at your sight
is warmed at heart, having from you its birth.
“Your love can’t reach my heart.”