We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub, taking off the dirt and grime. Place, place, place, place, in the washer for this time. Spray, spray, spray, spray,... "You are dead, you filthy crook!" Wash, wash, wash, wash, from our world, short time it took. Stay, stay, stay, stay, locked up and behind the bars. Hot, hot, hot, hot, cleansing dishes and the jars. Soap, soap, soap, soap, bubbles soaking all you are. Spin, spin, spin, spin, cascade waters take you far. Wait, wait, wait, wait, cooling down can take awhile. Done, done, done, done, pardoned now, you're not so vile. Ride, ride, ride, ride on the S.S. Nozzle Spray Space, space, space, space, through the heavens for today. Round, round, round, round, bubbles fill the atmosphere. Wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe, looking through the window clear. Shine, shine, shine, shine, back on Earth, the sink is done. Walk, walk, walk, walk, in the morning's wondrous sun. by Jay O'Toole on April 26th, 2018 |