My Sabbatical ...

Rye Bread

Tho we all are born in sin via a fallen 🌎. Still, there is for one, that Miraculous Nature of it. Second, and just as important. There is that very adorable sweet thing called - Innocence. Ahhh, of which my so sore vex soul on worst sinner syndrome. Covets quite earnest. Tho, upon the observer/participant process. I've manage like us all, to get myself stained up somewhat by that very disdainful thing...to put it mildly. Albeit, when I retreat from all the chaos. Quite intense, controversial, and combative at times more often than not. W/ regards to a certain of very Hot-Button issues. That a one can get quite passionate about right or wrong. Well, I find my myriad selves, quite delightfully da better fur it...u kno. Thus, " My Sabbatical is so much more than indefinite. For, the very onus on it alone. Is to maintain what little sanity I have left, as held so tenderly in the balance of its 🙏s