JOY

Grace, a gift
that comes
unbidden,

falling, a
gentle rain
upon a

dried up soul
that blooms
in joy

and pays
its dividends
in beauty.

STRUGGLE

do I always
watch –
from wisdom?
or withdrawal?

am I willing to
share –
from sociability?
or showing off?

have I ever
given –
or just got rid of
the gift?

can I really
love –
and let go?
or leech?