scratchy
little footsteps
in the sand
little fingers
in my hand
prints on the shore
track alongside
together, mother daughter
always abide
they think we are God.We are like ants to God. Is there a god who thinks our God is like a single small ant I wonder? life is just a telescope, but which end do we view it through
I love clues, because they give me a hint for the direction of travel, going home by another way. So much wilderness time, its good to see the light, get a hint, a whiff of the good way back
I love clues because they give me a chance to get on track. So much wilderness time, a clue is so good. A voice, a hint of something, a starnge light, something to lead me along the new path home