Slim-pickins’, facts.

Faith offers fun with its possibilities,

even if they are not, usually, probabilities.

Like a really well-thought-out children’s play room

for 4 or 5 year olds…

(like you and me, speaking, relatively….!)

Reams of blank news-print-paper

to be painted on, scrunched and tossed aside.

Scattered about.

Perhaps to be revisited later…

for an edit…

before being garbage-canned for ever!

Lots of colors, wacky-rainbows of colors,

in fact!

Chartreuse, turquoise…..Robin Hood of Sherwood Forest green,

buckets of inks, paints, and baskets of squishy felt-tipped pens…

Crayoolas, Crayoolas laying everywhere…

The walls and floor a constant wash of splattered everything!

And I have faith that the He/She God of everyone

forgives the scattered messes.

And pronounces them,

all,

“Good.”