God Finally Figures It Out
I was
in my
40s before
God put
a squeegee
in my
hand.
It took
Him that
long to
figure out
what to
do
with me.
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
I was
in my
40s before
God put
a squeegee
in my
hand.
It took
Him that
long to
figure out
what to
do
with me.