Many times one just doesn't see what is in front of them until the fog clears.
I was just being myself
When a voice came to me
Telling me things without
Really knowing who I am
Praising--appreciating--
Caring about me. ..
We talked. ..
Spoke of life & love
With such insight
Like a guardian angel
In disguise. . .
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.
Be always safe,
Karen
Happy month of March :)