I used to be a religious scholar….
But I decided I didn’t need all the arguments…
Yep, I traded it in…
For the best lounge chair on the beach.
It could also be that I couldn’t read the words in the hymnals…
And the gravelly tone of my howl…
I wish I could have joined in, maybe played an instrument…
If I could choose one, it would be an oboe.
So, instead I’ve decided to up the ante…
All chips in!
To open my door and open my heart…
Go for that once-in-a lifetime jackpot…
Yet, love doesn’t come in jackpots but in simple scripts.
Against backgrounds of muted blues, greens, and browns?
Like a gift, never something we have earned…
Nestling quietly, in the slight of a breeze.
You know, we are all built to love…
We are all built to be hospitable…
We should always be baking a cake…
And spreading a bit more frosting (Yum).
I love you,
Annie