Letters of Thanks

 

Perhaps here

A note of thanks

As the news

Of doom

Has broken

On the shore

To all who

With cudgels

Of kindness

Have besieged

My heart

And brought me

To this sole

Humility of thought.

Sometimes when

the wind's

So harsh

It drains my

Willingness to be,

A  kindly

Thought from

The unexpected quarter

Gathers me

And then to savour

The missiles

Dropping through

The ether

That slap ones fears

Through the  tears

To laughter

The man with the boil upon his bum

Who treated  the mirror with the plaster

The plosive splutter

As the penny dropped.

On the tale of this disaster

Then does one realise

The lord doth temper

The wind to the shorn lamb

In an unobtrusive

And most personal way.

Just that it's hard

To notice

Day by day.

JL Jan 18 13:26