Benevolent God

My temperance has been crushed
by the maddening rush of life.
My hours have been spent,
decidedly bent on selfish endeavors.
But today, I pause,
my omnipotence wavers.
The last ladybug of summer
has somehow survived
Decembers brutal chill.
I revel in her skill, her ability, her will.
Who am I to still her life
with just the tip of my finger?
I, the benevolent God,
feed this tiny messenger
a pool of sugar water
from my fingertip.
And in her extended hours here
I will breathe her breath
and she will breathe mine.

Todays best new poem was written by Carrie A. Ryman


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