"I shall make my way, a spiritual beggar, / bearing my load of childish dreams"
I shall make my way, a spiritual beggar,
bearing my load of childish dreams,
for, when I appear before the court of reason,
I shall lower my load, unwrap them
and watch them fade into puffs of grey smoke.
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.