The sufferings of Jesus
are sweeter than chocolate,
and honey, too.
They choose me as Jesus
chooses you.
I have a lot to do and
get intimidated by it's rising.
I want to see into His eyes
and let Him tell me
it's going to be okay.
My landlady knocked on the door,
offering chicken tacos.
It seems like a sign.
At Christmas are there more tamales
waiting? I like the dulce ones.
My sister can make chicken mole-
the chocolate kind.
That is for another day.
Sweet, the Jesus way.
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this can be read many times with different meanings. you are beginning to learn how to hold water with an open hand
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