father of creation

the Lord is so (so so so) good.

the keys on the piano
the pearls in my tea
the woman, who raised me
the closure
the seat on the bus
the girls whom i met at eight fortyfive am
the classmates
the nostalgia here
the teenage textbook (for the second time)
the pillow that gives me better sleep
the assurance
the eternal words and promises.

if praise is like perfume, I'll lavish mine on You.