Still Standing

Feelings arrive often during walks down worn lanes in worn down sneakers, as I mull over expressed (or unexpressed) feelings and words. These writings reflect the earlier years and graduation to “senior class” in the School of Life, where love continues to excavate true feelings beneath the rock hard reality of commitment to life, its daily inherent responsibilities and challenges.

Introspection herein touches on time wasted...learning that personal ambitions may not be aligned with God’s will for us. Hopefully our life lessons will result in the gift of insight and the blessing of faith.

The poems, Drawn to Trees, Wrinkles and Rented Garments, As a Dove, I wrote recently. Dead in a Clean House, I came across this week in an old scribbler.