Narelle the gel -
at fifty four
learning to tell
what she adores.
Hard times as well
as good she's seen.
Helping from "hell",
folk who have been
there in this life
(Godlessness stinks)
it's fruits are rife.
Heaven's eye winks
out through her face
to beckon folk
'way from disgrace
(sheila or bloke).
God, help her now
sing in your love
bring self somehow
cooing as dove
thanking for past
goodnesses come
(when they don't last
in this old glum
world), & with few
Expectations.
Know why you do
go to nations.
Live expectant
under your God,
dis-infectant
of fear. His bod.
Amen, amen.
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