Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment

All I need is the whole thing, all of the time I can make. Not forever but for now—I swear, my soul to take. They’ll whisper the secret and I’ll never tell. How did you do that all by yourself. I’m going to use it all none to waste. It’s not lost but feels gone, nothing taking that place. He reached into the tree and several plums fell. They aren’t getting better but they’re getting well.