Say it from happening

As in a poet’s ash and berry , say it from happening. Now ash ,now berry, walk up the garden path. Triumph is provoke God to laugh sardonically under his hoary beard, stuck with bits of frost . See- I told- you kinda triumph is more in falling heavy. This way you have your triumph to gloat over.

But your savoring triumph soon turns to ash. You see God-sarcasm is not to make waves of laughter under a hoary beard but hide His essential toothlessness and frost in beard, a way of shaking off accumulations of frost.