Life’s tides sneak unseen
as meditations meld my mind,
passive, I remain,
a wind’s breeze feathers a scent
of sweet roses, walking by,
yet passive to the tides
of life as they wave good bye.
Life’s tides sneak unseen
as meditations meld my mind,
passive, I remain,
a wind’s breeze feathers a scent
of sweet roses, walking by,
yet passive to the tides
of life as they wave good bye.
Trying to find balance in a crazy-busy world.
An Author of Many Parts
Words That Leave A Lasting Impression
Jesus is not a religion but a relationship with God
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..