I didn’t really have anything to say
As I put on my shoes and thought about my way
To my usual Santa Monica cyclist café
For somesuch mocha or caramel frappé
For which my dear mom was so gracious to pay
As Amber left the room, with nowhere to stay
I looked to the sky
With with water in my eye
And thought, Hey!
Do you think you could throw a blessing her way?
Stupid me, I always forget to pray
When the King comes, what do you think he will say?
For in much wisdom is much vexation,
Ecclesiastes 1:18
and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.
He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief; and as one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Isaiah 53:3