She came into our lives, this magic loaf
A puff of love so gentle and so mild
So graceful she, no terror nor an oaf
With tender miaows befitting Love unriled.

"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives." – Annie Dillard
She came into our lives, this magic loaf
A puff of love so gentle and so mild
So graceful she, no terror nor an oaf
With tender miaows befitting Love unriled.
These are the silent waiting years
When Time stood brooding still
Though Fortune’s boon be not a curse
We wait with bated will
His blessings will unfold anew
For those with patience true.
My finitude brims with infinite You The meaning of my daily joys and hurts When Life can blur the lines of what is true The Truth of you becalms me and engirts Amidst these unremitting, violent days Within your heart my heart, enraptured, stays.
One day at a time:
This is how it has always been
The silent march of days
Make up the rest of our lives.
I don’t mind working in a cafe full of babies
As long as it is a meeting of
the Silent Babies Club.
Twenty five years later:
Some things we just deserve to suffer.
You need to start owning your life.
Every single piece of it.
This is the only path,
For a Life without Guilt, without Shame.
A new adventure beckons you, young man One that you must accept with brave, bold heart 'Tis time to test what you cannot and can For thus we learn the meaning and the art Of Life, this existential trial and test To glory Him before our final rest.
Get back into orbit, oh planet child
Way out of line you are, your orb askew
The natural order must prevail, your wild
Perambulations you must now eschew
Desist your ways, remit your resistance
This family runs on joylike obeisance.
With billowed clouds arrayed in glad suspense In eager grace to shed their pearly store The skies have opened up in rapt commence To spend in one deft swoop their prize galore This goodly flood is God's bestowed reply To oft-asked prayers, His bounties now brought nigh.