Long is the walk
hungry and alone
with pillows
made of stone
on a quest for something more
sense of time is lost
sleep no where in store
moving
gadding against the wind
rest is such a lonely friend
hopeless
turning to God renewed
I give back these pillows of stone
I borrowed from you
written by Chester Hardy (C)2003
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Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on February 16, 2003
Yes Chester, it was a proud task to return those stone pillows. You found something much much better. And they didn't really belong to you anyway. They belonged to the one who gave them to you. Bill
When two men hit the reset button and decide to go out looking for the good in the world, they not only find it but also a lot more.
P.S. The title is listed on Amazon under Look for Something Good by Robert Drews (not by Robert H. Drews)
well done
William
Jack
Warm Love,
*-Brittany-*