Thursday

We are eating sausage and egg
biscuits without much taste,
when he asks how You are.

My thumb shoots up in silent praise,
my mouth grinning with adoration.

My heart leaping, throbbing love,
gibbosity with Your name: Jesus.

Salt of the earth filling
flavoring my taste buds.

Author’s Note: I may have used this word incorrectly, but I’ve made it a thing to use the Word of the Day in a poem everyday. So, I apologize if it doesn’t make sense. Love it all the same. 🙂

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