Great Friday

It is as good of a friday as I can ever recall everyone was pleasant if not dismayed in a silent fashion although I suspect they respected my candor I sat and listened smiled when necessary and freely gave my imput when to my astonishment I left alone as hoped and made the journey back into my thoughtful universe Ruminations leave me pleasantly suprised at the way it has all turned out wistful but relieved at the release of endeavors that would have left me drained in mind and soul but still lacking in body a raw heart hung by a rusty nail I am only beholden to one love now yet still I am thankful for the tasks that lay before me and the labor of love that has brought me closer to my progeny and ancestry yet far from my love and the times that have wrought my bones like iron A fool I may be but not forlorn my undertakings are those from which I cannot be torn