I am postless in my thoughts of late.
Yet, here’s some words that just might sate.
The Father’s Sacrifice, Jim Swindle writes
of the coldest, darkest night of light.
In Memory, Rita L. Betti takes us back
To live our now… no love we lack.
John Shore says to cast off shrouds.
Enjoy my friends my friend
Until I can think and write again…