The Worser Choice

Karen Yoder Beginning 05/01/2019

To be a brick,

A hard cold brick,

A stoic brick with no heart or soul.

Or a lump of clay,

A crumpled lump,

A crushed and dashed and broken lump,

But a shard of pulsing clay.

Published by Karen Yoder

Join me for a cup of coffee and a bar of dark chocolate. We'll talk about -- well, what do you want to say? I'll listen. Teaching is my passion, reading my inspiration, writing - a creative outlet. And Jesus, my Redeemer. I lean hard. "For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." -Mary Oliver View all posts by Karen Yoder

Published 05/01/2019