Amba Blessing

Scribble scrabble Goes the couple Dilly dally Goes dear Sally   I will pluck my love A bucket of rose And hope to God She doesn’t grow old.

He made dirt of her Nothing like God’s craft Battered her Then bed her sore, bruised and swollen It didn’t matter The Priest had said, for better or worse   Sarah was missing She had up and run As he…

Beauty often time eludes  A manifest beauty it is not Plastered in turmoil and tragedy It reeks of frustration And bears a mark of fear Still, by and by Beauty ‘neath the pain Is all life is Counting the joyful…