Life spent in thought of the morrow,
leads one to feel nothing but fear and sorrow.
Silent dreams with fallow spirit,
left alone to wander through;
I cannot dream.
But, dream is all I do.
-me 4/13/1994
I have no recollection of writing this, nor do I have any idea why I saved it. It was not an intentional time capsule.
It's an amazing experience to revisit the forgotten fears and hopes of your 17 year old self. To be reminded of where I was, and what providence has brought. I was so afraid of being alone. Those words were a prayer of sorts. God knows all I ever wanted was not to be alone.
God has a plan. And so...
The morrow's thoughts steadfast and strong,
though spirit wanes through hours long.
The dreams I dreamt so long ago,
scream on this silent wind;
When the morrow wakes;
My dream was always them.
-me 11/7/2013
Thank you Lord for my family. I am so grateful.
