Psalm 133:2

It is like the precious oil on the head,
running down upon the beard,
on the beard of Aaron,
running down over the collar of his robes.

Today I read a new note from one of my classmates my workshop friends,

another generous hearing and sharing.
my heart runs over:
into my throat,
out my eyes,
filling my ears
as I throw my arms over my head onto the bed.

Surely goodness and mercy follow me all the days of my life.

Comment (1)

  1. Kathy Lewis

    Ahhhh, to be so loved.


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