A Typical Atypical Sunday.

I got up and inched towards The Place, albeit gingerly.

There, The Semblance of Your Being was in plain view.

A smidgen scrunched, I held my ground.

"Hold captive every thought and submit it to The Lord." Pastor 1vy's (intentional misnomer) cautioned.

The cauterization carried an intrinsic worth about it -

Faith is eager and uncomplicated.

And It came to pass with a Smile.

Water a Day, Two a brew.
Three and more to imbue.

Yes, I can.

Yes, I will.