a prisoner’s gift

my perspective’s changed
don’t complain much anymore
what’s there to say-
the weather stinks, i have a cold,
my cell phone’s dead?
such absurdity!!

the trees’ immense reflection in the river
robins chirping
the soft fur of my golden
laughter and eating out
libraries and yoga class
family and friends and comfy beds

the stuff that makes a life

Matthew 25:36 
I was sick and you took care of me, I was in prison and you visited me. Then the righteous will answer him, Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry and gave you food, or thirsty and gave you something to drink? 

i share tools, a simple task
you share all…

Thankfully Luke 6 tells us:
For with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you