And it begins
Subtlely
Slowly
Definitively.
And yet I have been caught off guard.
It seems to come from every direction
I sat the other day under a willow tree
It boughs swept over
down to the ground
Weighing heavy on blades of grass as if
They expected them to hold up their hopes
And send them soaring in a wind
Coming from the north
And taking August with it.
I would have expected this
From somewhere else
But not you.
All of this is wonderful.
I hope, by the grace of God, that someday I have the courage and Spirit to tell the world my unadulterated thoughts like you have.
Even if it’s just me, I think you should know that ideas or meanderings or just general passion on paper has an effect on people.
Well, it has me. So thanks.
Thanks Andrew. I really appreciate the encouragement.