drifting away on the sea of forgetfulness
forever away from this misremembered shore
far out to sea on a raft stalked by loneliness
till we know naught of our life before
drifting away to where the sea’s full of emptiness
souls cursed and blessed to the same fate assigned
bad deeds and good consigned to nothingness
neither forfeit nor profit come by design
beyond the horizon lost in nothingness
adrift in the wrack of time’s steady ruin
we slowly dissolve in the brine of forgetfulness
till we return to the sea’s bleak domain
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
A passionate and poignant memoir written by a woman whose life has been guided by the words: "I am here to learn how to love well." The book is a deep examination of relationships, family, motivation, and honoring of the Self.
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Joy and Peace,
Eileen