When grace seeks refuge upon another shore, countering currents, like praemunire persisting on power over probity, actually buoy the ride to righteousness as perseverance carries the glide against the tide. ; )

Stirring twixt supine and prone upon zebra-ed sitter, she, an amalgamation of both stubbornness and its consequent long face—a hinny of ginny of sorts, will confidently-familiarly endure mind’s precipiced path—wandering past regrets still hanging over her tousled mane. ; )

Distanced by beach,

But still in reach,

Oasis is nigh,

Under blue sky.

Spirit holds hope,

Mind nixes nope,

Will steps toward,

Prayers plead Lord.

Now, *sigh*.

Why?

What is ever true:

Murphy’s law on cue.

About to quench thirst’s ache:

Trembling hands and lost quaigh. ; )

Das Fenster:

A safe place,

With a view,

Separates,

Scene serene,

That is seen,

By op side’s,

Fremescence,

And fury,

As not there,

While sill’s sun,

Blinks at cries—

Moments to,

Empathize,

And cherish,

Freedom from,

Sounds and sights,

That could dull,

Soul’s hopeful,

Bright milieu. ; )

Meow, I told you this cat did not have a fever, so if you elect to proceed steps closer with that electuary, I will scratch you until the meds are replaced with unaffected tuna feds. ; )