The Last Straw
The last straw ~ always waiting
demeaning our relay,
the disappointment's mating
as others "get their way!"
That word not spoken, ladeling
our hope ~ now quick, abrupt,
the reward we were cradeling
snatched from our bosom's cup!
If scars of crucifixion
were meant to not disrupt,
the last straws revolution
is bearing "long enough!"
And all the last straws build up
so surely I have wept,
could almost fill the manger ~
where Jesus Christ had . . . slept!
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