Rapunzel

When there's no strength for detail

there's the ease of poetry.

When the rain is too cold for poetry,

there are wordless hymns.

When the piano is out of tune and won't sing,

what is there to do but stand on the roof in the rain

and praise the God who allows good and pain.

We wallow in excesses,

some made by God,

some snatched by us.

So designed for the beauty of refining. Distilling. Diminishing. Purifying.