New Every Morning (poem)

In spite of chronic fatigue, bone and muscle tenderness,

Even with an arduous learning curve with this bionic shoulder,

Despite wrinkles and sags and old-lady hands,

I thank God every early morning for the age I am,

Even in this senior-citizenness,

God’s mercies are new every morning.

(from 2020)


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