A thorn, a splinter
Can I ever pluck it out?
For this I am in doubt
Compelled to no end
No sanctification can ever your heart mend
So I pose the following question. Can you respond without hesitation?
If you were such a gestalt was I truly at fault? Please state it! I too am jaded.
Oh this thorn! This splinter!
It’s so frigid in our home where it’s winter.
Namaste my wonderful followers and readers. I love each one of you to the max.
Hugs from Brooklyn