Why does yesterday cling
to me, crying to be
included in my now? So heavy with mistakes
it drains my energy,
binds my potential,
wastes the power of
the existing hour... God help me to cease
carrying the past and
worrying the future-- help me remember
that the day and
the hour is now.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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Blessings,
Christine