O root beer, my old friend:
How I will enjoy spending time with you again,
this Easter Season.
You’ve crossed my mind, lately,
but to be honest I haven’t missed you much:
I knew you would be there,
still waiting, after my short walkabout with the Rabbi.
I hope I will appreciate you more,
after making a little space for
“humans do not live by food and drink alone,
but by every word coming from the mouth of God.”
I hope your sweetness
reminds me, just a little, of
“taste and see that the Lord is good;
happy are those who trust in him.”
It will be good to spend time with you again.
Cheers and kisses,