Today, a gift from God, I’ve put a stake in the ground. Today, a gift from God, I’ve covered the nakedness of my broken little boy. I will see his pretty face, while his shame and suffering are clothed in Christ’s righteousness.
Honey-colored heaps hide under cotton. Empty triangles fall up. Sunrise fades to a glassy voice piercing cold air, until warm toes wink into the void. I’m so happy that Dave found my blue notebook from Dec/Jan psyc ward. I found this poem dated 23 December 2020.