Your divinity is lived-in
There’s a mark upon serenity.
The fire-sale can begin
Anything but the vanity table.
Conscience— Make an offer
Loyalty, if you can find it
Goes with all your clobber
Especially with patience to wind it up...
I don’t know how the mug got in there…
That’s not for sale.
well-being’s a bargain.
Intention’s seen better days.
The bric-a-brac, like hope and that…
left over from my convention days
Few scuffs around the edges, mind.
The virtues could use a varnish.
You’ll find the peace is missing some.
The sanctity’s all tarnished.
Anything can be good with garnish — give it time.