I was born the oldest of five, into a very disfunctional, alcoholic home as the family care-taker and black sheep extrordinare.I have always been super sensitive and emotional, "the cry-baby of the bunch". I have always used writing as an outlet and tool for coping...poetry mostly...I think in rhyme most of the time, and am very grateful for that gift.
I don't know what the future holds
Tomorrow is a mystery...
The past eludes my chasing grasp
It is but history.
Today is all I'm given
Each moment precious and divine
Let me cherish, Lord, this one time gift
Through it may Your love shine.
Amen.
posted by Seeker @ 11:46 AM
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