CUSTOMS

I imagine going through Lent Customs.

The border agent asks me two questions.

Oddly not what country I was born in?

Or how long I plan to stay?

But what drags me down?

What holds me up?

Then they confiscate it!

And wave me through...

Amen

littleshootsdeeproots.com

 

Popular posts from this blog

STOPPED IN MY TRACKS

MAKINGS OF A GOOD PRODIGAL DAUGHTER STORY

OPPOSING VALUES AND ADVENT HOPE