Dear Lord, I’m confusing

Dear Lord, I'm confusing

winter with spring, the blossom with the apple, the cardinal and the crow. I’m confusing words and signs. I confess I don’t know the difference between paper and ink, sorrow and joy.  I mistake wind with prayer all the time. Song with dance. I don’t know all the words for green. Light and shadow are one. One and two are one. I don’t understand bread and water. Sidewalk and puddle. I’m so muddled up. Forgive me, sometimes I confuse You with poetry.

Jeanie Tomasko