I sing of books. blossoms, buds, and bowers-
of April, May, and June.
Robert Herrick
We see it, we feel it, we know it
Things are not great in our world right now
You can whine
You can snarl
You can throw up our hands in dismay
Or you can dance
You can sing
You can find pleasant things to say.
You choose.
And that's poetiquejustis
Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.
Proverbs 16:24
