He gives beauty for ashes
When turmoil clouds my day;
When desire with intent clashes,
He shows a better way.
When morning’s faced with fear and doubt,
Dark as a thunder clap,
In a quirky way, there’s a way out:
A pesky mouse caught in my trap.
Not always what I would suppose,
Brings comfort to my house;
The unthinkable thing that arose,
In my new home, a mouse.
While seeking for a remedy,
Other doubts of life increase.
Who would think the comedy
Of this solution would bring peace?
Beauty for ashes is so good,
Easing angst within my house.
God of humor and compassion would
Bless me with a dead mouse.
©2010 Carol Morfitt