Jo Ann Alo

writer – rhymer – Jesus junky

Golden brown cinnamon snows in shiny white porcelain. Sticky raisins coat themselves in its light powder. Steaming oats warm the bowl. Dark silvery molasses bleeds bittersweet. Creamy cashew milk bubbles and foams to the brim filling blessedness. Sympathy cards keep pouring love and sorrow like ointment. Birds hatch and hunger for earths sustenance. David’s footprints are moving in step with my own.

Moving on to push-ups…

A friend seeks a summer room and my doubtful, fearful thoughts turn to God. Awakening this mornings prayer, distributing to the needs of the saints, given to hospitality and my shoulders give way.

Muscles tear tiny allowing them to lift more than daily life. Resting grows them in size and strength.

 

 

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