Submitted for your approval, a poem of sorts.
I sit
anticipating
waiting
I close my eyes
and in my mind
I gaze at your frosting
your sprinkles
your sugary glaze
You are my donut
You are holy and good
You fill me with sweet joy
I open my eyes
and you are there
in my hand
in my eyes
in my mouth
with sprinkles of joy
with frosting of peace
with glaze of love
if only you stop and taste it