little measures cost less,

and confidence was too much.

So we settled for the icicles

that fell from the lights

and strung them along our hope

like Christmas lights in May.

The little measures—

like dabbling in grace—

cost much less then.

They were pink and green

and what ever mood we could reflect—

except for confidence.

That's too much.

Grace reflects better

and hope reflects the best,

so we spent the cheap days

enjoying our grace and hope

while the icicles melted

away any confidence we once had.