Hair Bow

I lie low when the wind blows
like my little pink hair bow

so write it all on the line
put my feelings out of mind
this not knowing ninety nine
percent of the time
could this be God’s design?

I lie low when the wind blows
like my little pink hair bow

my moaning heart keeps going
going through the motions
and I’ll do the same wise work
even if it ends tomorrow
all in his way, my fellow
~ Stacy Sweeney