She asked for our prayer... .. She was finding things hard... .. Glad he's with her there, while we're in our yard.

I love you Milly,
and appreciate
your lovely frankness,
though feeling silly
to negotiate
sadness or blankness.

Don't fret those feelings,
fretting's the problem
(Milly my daughter),
it's counter healings,
and like a goblin
it dain't like water:

dain't like pure drinking,
dain't like clean washes,
dain't like good mourning.
Drink cool, pure thinking,
remember the Toshes,
and Jesus' warning

'bout; those who now laugh
(better his comfort),
and those "together",
they won't have prayed half
nor sung like Mumford
& Sons. Our tether

can be what trains us
to look up, beyond
our capacity,
and he who blames us,
through that tree-wand,
to who sets us free.