CarelessI haven’t cleaned the cellar,I forgot to sweep the stairThere’s a button off my jacketmy blue jeans have a tear.There’s an old, arthritic ladywhom I should uphold in prayer.But I’m sitting in the moonlight,the moonlight, the moonlight,adoring You by moonlightAs if I had no care.4/16/79Elizabeth RooneyElizabeth Rooney was a Wisconsin poet hailing from Blue Mounds. She was also a pray-er, servant, and lover of Jesus. This poem appeared in a collection called All Miracle Series…Morning song, Packages, Storing september, and Gift-Wrapped. My friend Ellen, a gifted, brilliant, wildly funny, beautiful woman, introduced me to Elizabeth Rooney. Now, I introduce her to…
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