March 12, 2015
March 12, 2015
As I explore unclean shadows
Resting among the footprints of ancestors,
I find puddles of fading thoughts
And questionable notions;
The rear side of my mountain,
Finds days filled with faceless phone calls,
And a myriad of questions,
That only God has answers to.
Tom
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015
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