Poem – The Bridge
October 31, 2024
Poem – Mr Scratch
November 1, 2024
I rode the waves when any time was mine, grasping the short end of a stick while believing it was full and rich. I had no faith to see the depth of what would come next. Trough to crest a glimpse again, yet to no avail. Life was pale when boredom left me feeling empty like I was in jail.
Walk in the light as I am in the light; that darkness doth not overtake you. Then, up the stick and around the turn from its edge with new heights discovered learning...
The wave of time slowly subsided when peace came in, which humbled me to no end, and now I could see where I was going. The slower I traveled, the more time became my Lord’s until I rested at His feet as King. There’s no time to be bored when life is fresh. Above that, which is within time, as peace for perspective brings focus to sight, and here I pick up the pen, taking notes about what each new day will bring.
