You smiled at me from the top of the ladder…

Metaphors fail…

This one is a grey ghost,

One I am supposed to freeze to death in this tropical clime…

They out compete the native tree frogs that bless my life and sing me to sleep.

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I, like the this frog, am an interloper on native lands…

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How can i discern Your will,

When all is You,

And all is Love?