Out of the mist
of purity,
as the baby grows
older,
into the glow of
serenity,
as the aging grow
younger ...
one forfeits,
the other returns,
to the
magic of truth in
mythology.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
God Bless,
Lew
Be safe,
Karen