I am (a poem)


I am the mouse
who climbed up the side
of the milk pail, intending
only to take a sip. 

Leaning, I slipped,
and landed in a sea
of creamy white.

I am drowning now
in this moment
of sweetness.

There is no option
left, but to surrender
to its delight.

Photo source HERE. 

This post is linked with  Unforced Rhythms and Playdates with God.


  1. Oh, to die such a death! Lovely! I am over from Playdates

  2. What a beautiful surrender it is. Amen.

    Thanks, Kelly.