still

again: i feel a sort of pity for blogger.
the worst slash weakest moments it sees,
worried, most likely―”will they work it out?
will they even survive?? will they post ever again!?”
an yet, we work things out―so far, Gracefully.
no electronic record of such happenings...apologies al gore.
but our hearts is where it matters, and that is where we make up.

what else rhymes with love?
the dove from above is overused.
an inexact rhyme just doesn’t move
other words are too harsh
i’m searching for the antithesis of shove
too many cheesy lines fill my mind
like: “3 times, straight to my glove,
heidi, you are out.
out of this world.”

(like you said, “def melted sharp cheddar.”)

God, we acknowledge You as the One who is guarding and guiding us,
to You we look for direction―how fast? how far? how Father, how?