Somebody ordered toto for today.
I have no raisins. I will still bake it- raisin-less.
I must go on for life is not only sweet. They shall eat it and content be. I will arise to a new dawn, a season of bounty again. But for now, I am still enough, enough for all I am called to do and I will do it with all that I am.
This is a place
This is a dry place
This is a dry and hard place
This place is void
Void of the life-giving, salubrious springs of joy and expectation
It is a barren place,
Large expanses of hay;
Brown earth, brown grass, brown muddy waters, brown sky, brown clouds, brown wind blowing off of brown sand.
The noisome thunder rolls in the distance.
It heralds the rain.
The brown earth will live again.
So will I.
I will take my rest in dusk.
I will rise with the morn.
I am your Jodi