Mar 2013
I sit on my porch, the sky is dropping
As I pour my tea. The day was lit
With paint and brush, now my face
Is lighted by the round full joy
Of the shining moon, I see
Him in my filling cup.
As I pour my tea. The day was lit
With paint and brush, now my face
Is lighted by the round full joy
Of the shining moon, I see
Him in my filling cup.
