I play at beauty.
Enjoy it.
But relegate my scraps as little more than
Measly contributions.
I won’t prob’ly win no prizes…
All’s simple and meager and small here
From these parts.
But I am learning.
Learning to drink deep draughts
Of pure water
That flows ever purer
The longer and fuller I drink.
No need to add anything
To this cup I’m holding.
It’s full.
It’s good.
And I’ll drink it.
…To overflow.
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May it runneth over, Amy.
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It does, praise God. It’s more often remembering this fullness that I must (all of us must?) constantly work towards.
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And thank you (I ought to have led with that). May yours too. Thanks for stopping by and “gettin’ me.”
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