We had kept discord In mason jars Wrenched the spiral tightly With ape ****** dexterity And nodded politely as we placed them on the shelf
The tippy toe effort To reach them again Enough to keep them dusty And in this kitchen With all the tasks to do Mindless chatter here A hungry man there
They go unnoticed Until another is closed And placed beside its brother Swirling discontent and sloshing sound In the others No longer clear And the breaking down
Today it is toast and jelly And alone with the sound Of crusty spread and scrape The bite warm and sweet
I think I will clean house Toss the old and rotting into the bin With pleasing thump into bagged bottom And heave it out of my house The burden on my shoulder Easy
When considering the great burden Of time wasted And jarred resentment fermenting My peace coldly interrupted By seemingly innocuous canned goods
And it might just be that simple Or, it might not Either way I might just be ok (I’ll be just fine)
I’ll write it all down in ***** metaphor To place the comfort of spiritual logic By bits and pieces within me Practice believing it Until it is a wholehearted effort And ability That mirrors faith
(To be well within my soul) I am well within my soul I sing it like my grandfather During a Baptist revival by an Ozark river
He seemed very happy Was a Godly man Salt of the Earth made by a God he knew well And my Grandma She kept plenty on her shelf She opened them for us (Peach preserves spread liberally) And everyone was happy there
I do not remember being alone a day Even when I was
So this chore done Spreads good news in my house (Home) I emphasize this word Home And believe it makes the difference Enough to still my tummy And lift my shrug Apple my cheeks a while
I will fall to my knees Each time I feel whole It has been a long while And I am ever so grateful So very blessed And I should be Grateful For many many things The greatest of these Love The following peace The affirmation a comfort far beyond Anything I might place politely on a shelf