as the breeze of life blows...

Are you drenched in memories of the past?

Utterly soaked and wet...
Lingerly still in the moments of the past...
Unable to return to the present...
Return... Do your best to return...
Leave the past behind you...
Those moments what are they...
Take the umbrella..
Shield yourself from the rain...
It will be tough...
The rain will be heavy...
The road will be rough..
But soon...
The sun will shine...
Shine it will... shine...



Psalm 121:1-2:

" I Lift up my eyes to the hills -
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth."

God bless... My friend...