I do love leftovers, this I confess,
But let my love shared not be leftovers,
Except when they are new—
The leftovers I love when seen fresh each time.
Make my love for God
New and fresh each day,
Shared as the finest each day.
I share this best with the world around us,
Shared as the freshest, but
Loved as I love my favorite leftovers.
Can anyone else know I love leftovers,
Fresh each time I eye them anew?
There was a new book too, on Monday,
New and brilliant,
And then that was first—the thing that I loved!
On Tuesday, then, new friends found, and
Old friends, newly learned,
These became the things I loved so much!
My family delighted me Wednesday,
And Thursday amazed me,
And my family was what I loved most.
My house, so fine, I loved it too.
Look, Look, how greatly loved I know I am!
From this place, let me pour out great love.
In great joy,
My love is for my Lord first,
© Tom Bolton, 31 July 2013, Milwaukee, on the Riverwalk
1 John 3:18
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