Wash Over Me Love And Laughter
Poem By connie crane
Wash over me love and laughter,
I invite you.
My happiness, my joy, this moment,
Fear and Sorrow, I refuse to,
You may dwell here, if you,
But I have much better things to do,
Than to confront you.
I will be the one with my hands in the air,
Clapping and rejoicing,
In the front of the congregation.
I will be the one with my face to the sun,
Splashing and playing,
In the water of the fountain
I will be the one, with my heart in my hand,
Dancing and twirling,
Inside my own imagination.
I do not owe you an explanation,
For my happiness.
Though I acknowledge fear and sorrow,
I choose to be blessed!