Finally...

An "A-"?  I got an A-?

I felt my throat catch. I got an A- on a paper. Maybe I'm not the most horrible writer ever.

Now, if I can only remember this tomorrow.

Family

Isaiah 40 "Sonneted"

What image might I find to compare God?

Might I choose the flower-soaked months of spring,

Or winding rose-fenced paths where men do trod,

Or a sweet voice, lifted, yearning to sing?

What might I find to resemble Our Lord?

A rich man's idol placed high on a stand,

Bought and made with gold, all his could afford;

His to dust, pray to, and blessings demand?

"Who is my equal," asks the Holy One?

It's he calls out and names the stary-host,

The One who rescues all, forgetting none;

A great God of whom his people might boast.

So long as he gives strength to me, increase;

So long as I let live let me decrease. 

"DROP"

It

fell

a medley

of suffocating,

salt-saturated remorse,

tickling through his whiskers

in a single microgram of weight.

Then, it hung from his chin.

But before gravity won, 

another fell.

Two.