Tumultuous waves constantly crash upon us. Seems like the world is a crucifix on our back. Blood, sweat, and tears blind our vision. But, we know our destination, as it's map is etched in our soul. On our honor, we'll get there, someday. Until then, my heart is holding your hand.
I like the language and imagery here. Nice.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments on my Get Green for Real and the links. We can each do our part...it adds up.
I am looking forward to reading more of your work.
Best,
DCR