Butter wings with healing sauce…a pocketful of pain

Blue jays jeer through Swiss cheese thoughts

mock pockish marks on panes

but I stand on the window sill

grab blue bird’s reigns ..

spring

onto butter wings

head towards hills of healing

and fly

….far ….

…far….

away…. to You

and by Your heel…I am healed …as told  to the serpent in long lost gardens …”…enmity between you and the woman, and between her offspring and your offspring.  He will CRUSH your head, and you will bruise his heel.”…  Genesis 3:15

“For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son…” John 3:16

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