Then breaks a day
like an egg.
Sunshine in the pan,
golden bubble
clouded ‘round.
Crack us open
to bend rays of hope
on this new day.
May our joy
be easy over.
Gerald the Writer
Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!
Then breaks a day
like an egg.
Sunshine in the pan,
golden bubble
clouded ‘round.
Crack us open
to bend rays of hope
on this new day.
May our joy
be easy over.
Gerald the Writer 
My joy is always scrambled!
I like my days to be well done.
I agree. “My our days be easy over.”
Amen