Netzach she b’ Netzach*
For what will endure
I lift this temporary hand
and offer this rough shy stone
placed carefully at the edge
of my flower bed to You.

I open my mortal lips
and sing offkey, my love,
my fear, my stubborn longing
for kindness to prevail.

Somehow I feel sure hatred
and cruelty are more fragile,
more temporary than these
limping, stumbling, twirling
joy songs that my achy wounded

loving heart keeps lifting up
on my breath to You.
                                        5/15/2019     
               Eternal Endurance w/in Eternity*