The Daily Poem

THEIR HANDS ON ME

They laid their hands on me and prayed,

My eyes with tears, my arms with wings,

My troubles all with grace erased.

They laid their hands on me and prayed,

Big weights fell off my shoulder blades,

My heavy knees grew strong with springs.

They laid their hands on me and prayed,

My eyes with tears, my arms with wings.

D. Edgar Lamp

The Daily Poem - 342

Triolet

Encinitas, California

Lat: 33.07, Long: -117.31

JOURNAL:  Three inches of snow on the ground this morning.  Mimi made omelettes for breakfast.  Then I played canasta with Mom, Ivan and Virginia while Mimi worked on bills and upgrading her website.  I packed my bag for a shakedown trip to San Diego.  Everything fits, just barely.  Birthday dinner at Mark & Kit's.  Mark's 57th birthday.  Set up Verizon mobile hot spot, "FiveSpot".  Dave & Joanie have decided to stay on St. Lucia for six days straight instead of hopping 2-days per island.  Understandable.  We'll go on to Martinique and Guadeloupe without them.  They will meet us on Dominica for a couple days and then go on to Barbados, and from Barbados back home to Norfolk, Virginia.  Six days to go.

END OF DAYS

How long until the End of Days?

My heart is growing weary.

With furrowed brow I stretch my gaze;

How long until the End of Days?

I know such wrath Your love delays,

And with that love You cheer me.

But still how long till End of Days?

My heart is growing weary.

~ D. Edgar Lamp (Triolet)