The dust blew onto me like rain.
I wondered how many souls
Had just touch me.
Someone’s father, a son, a woman’s daughter.
I let them light on me and feed their wisdom
Of the past and
The things they’ve seen as they traverse the Earth.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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.
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Karen
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