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Poem: “Gold Dust Tonic”

Gold Dust Tonic

I think I should feel happy,
Because I finally got my way.
I can worship my Golden Calf
Every night and day.

But when I go to milk her
On a morning, oh so bright,
She somehow turns her head my way,
Knowing something’s just not right.

For she’s fit for only one thing,
Now that my pity-party’s done.
I must melt her down to dust
Come the evening sun.

Then my true contrition
For loving my-own-way will show
The ones who watch me up above,
And also those below,

That I can sacrifice for Him,
The only thing I own.
My will, I release to Them.
It’s my way to atone.

I sprinkle Golden Calf dust,
Upon the Living Water,
And sip, then gulp the tonic,
While worshiping my Father!

Stacy Peterson
October 8, 2012


Stacy received a BA in PSCI from VaTech and taught for several years. As a former Marine reservist and Officer Candidate, she brings Semper Fidelis to her vocation as wife and mother. She ponders the world around her and on occasion pens an essay. She may be reached at stacypeterson40@hotmail.com.
  • goral

    Your rhyming poetry is light and quick
    and full of words I know too well
    Your “other” style draws and dwells
    and on the psyche casts a spell

    FC
    late October