by Marijo Phelps
3/14/2009 / Poetry
There are times when I see
So vividly every piece of bark
On every log of the cabin we hope to build
And it's those times when I think
I'd be a mailwoman and exercise
My job away in fresh air
Rather than a short circuited robot
Whose start buttons have all
Been simultaneously slapped
Connecting with too few fingers
Too many phone calls
Crisis after continuing crisis and
ONLY one ME,
With the usual amount of arms, legs and a head,
Running to the end of my endurance.
My blog is: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com/
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Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news
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