To Love Worthless Things — an ode to play
To love the little useless things;
To spend my time in pointless play;
To notice heaven in a rose:
I will not be ashamed for this.
I may work hard, but I play soft;
In peaceful quiet, I relax.
The world can go on without me.
I will not be ashamed for this.
A bird on wing, a flowing stream,
A flower in the blush of spring,
I love so many “worthless” things,
And I won’t be ashamed for this.
Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a Canadian queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.
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