Spectrum of beautiful smiles

   Tiny bitter bits of air
clog my throat. Oh how I do
so dislike the rush of midday
craziness.

    Tender are the sights of
various mixtures. Children
so beautiful all that can be done
is smile and give thanks
to Jehovah for the painter's
palette.

    Not too much of shock
nor of awe but grateful of
the display of creativity on
Jehovah's part.

    So much that the craziness
of the afternoon rush fades.
The spectrum of wondrous unity
entertains a warm glow inside.
Beckoning me to look forward
to the new system and more
family I will acquire.