Waylaid, but not for want

of words, and not for want

of heart, but for want of

wonder, the place of passion

rooted in tender soil, a start

of thought, neither lost nor

taken but borrowed, gifted, and

freely sought

— a poem of thanks for Deanna for her Poetry Advent collection that inspired 25 days of writing

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1COKCPmzuEXAjqNTBHw0NhHYHo0rOiW9X5kMbV9MHOEs/present?slide=id.ga359703e89_0_4