Blueberry bushes turn red in the autumn

(a gentle rebuttal: Ecclesiastes 12:1-7; Psalm 139:14)

I am fearfully and wonderfully
making myself –
I put orthotics in my shoes,
a spacer between two of my toes
that are too affectionate,
a night guard in my mouth
to save the enamel on my teeth
from nighttime grinding.

I love my titanium left knee.
Also a good bra helps me walk farther.

I certainly rise up I the night,
but, Qoheleth, you old curmudgeon,
you got it right that there are many seasons,
but, when you start to complain
about this one,
I will skip back to the psalms
and look out the window –

I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
blueberry bushes turn red in the autumn.

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7 Responses to Blueberry bushes turn red in the autumn

  1. Salam Tims says:

    My old eye tricked me and for a moment thought you were sporting a titanium bra!

  2. Mary Elford says:

    I am pondering how a good bra helps you walk farther…

  3. May the grasshopper that drags itself along find pleasure in living – and making itself – as you do, Maren. May we all be blessed with such wisdom until the breath returns to God who gave it.

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