Timeless Journey

How can I steer a steady course,

despite the explosions nearby?

L-RD, protect us under the shadow of your wings,

for there is no time to dawdle.

Everything depends upon

prayer, that is tempered by tragedy,

in many places, arrived at by life’s choices,

for, we are pilgrims on this earth.

Somewhere,

everything only counts,

amidst the links of time,

wherein ancient dreams careen.

Note to reader: This is a “found poem,” containing the first lines of twelve of my poems from 2022. (If you’d like, see links to peruse each poem).

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