Between what we mean
and what was meant,
the value of our life
unspent
the drying seas of our
discontent
and the Belief
in the impermanent.
I fall.
There is no value
in grace
and the steps that transend
cannot be mastered.
I lay down,
before You
and taste
the sweat of your brow.
A Fine Piece of Penning
"...the drying seas of our/discontent" I love a great tear image. Nicely woven - allets -
I really appreciate your
I really appreciate your abilty to understand.