Tombstones stand across the misted air -- reminding me of days I walked in ways I have forgotten Shadows fall in patterns bold and fair-- and yes they speak of yesterdays-- and ways I have forgotten Rain comes cold to wash the world away-- I wait and watch - I know, I am too slow-- I have forgotten Dreams awake And bring back yesterday But no, they hide the ways I dreamed I knew-- And had forgotten Tombstones weep inclined across the air And now it is too late To find the way-- I have forgotten.
We'll be heading out on Saturday for a month-long mission trip to Papua New Guinea. Committed to trying to blog daily while there - will be sharing…
In case anyone is wondering what my daughter is up to these days, here she is! In other news, today was an ER day from hell, and I'm going to bed…
Sauntered in at 0730 with the intention of meeting fellowship director, who gives a lie to the old-dogs-new-tricks mantra, for a little chat about…
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