after rainy Sunday and we
feel blessed that it is so;
we wonder not if our blessing
is real or has become a habit
when all goes really well;
blessings come in many forms
but never from us to us as
imagined unless we believe
not what we believe at all;
but, when that is questioned,
our tails fluff up like angry cats
and we prance around spraying
out beliefs of sorts and kinds;
our crime is not a crime if we
believe or think that we believe
since pew attendance is all we
need to have been witnessed.
24Apr17
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