A Song For Natah 2

Oh L-rd. Days come when I think in frustration I'd rather be numb. I thank you G-d for continuing to allow me to feel. In your kindness you carry me even through bumpy rides on East Side highways when my pen shakes like palsy. You have never left me like an abandoned dandelion nor deprived me the ability to feel like the overworked. You have blessed me with a wary awareness and olfactory radar,. Like a lion in his den I live perpetually in royal joy and fear. As the sweet singer of Israel - man, king, hero - photographed it for me early this morning, life is more or less a shadow of death. The bookend worlds to this one form a deep, beautiful valley.