Thursday, March 30, 2017

Devotional Discipline: a poem


Devotionaly,
I avoid the red-line through the
Chocolate bar;
the urge to turn the symphony music down;
the dogmatic phrase;
the militaristic hymn;
the naysayer of nap-time;
the tirade about tattoos.
Disciplined,
I sip my coffee,
fingers moving over the keyboard
each day, every day,
devoted to saying
what sometimes others
cannot and will not.

It’s all divine, I laugh.

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