...and hope beyond understanding.
I really can't pretend to know
how much more that I can take.
I spin and fall with every blow
and am pierced by a burning stake.
I cling to iron discipline,
that stern Churchillian mien
but hear a soft fell whispering
the survival's but a dream.
I rise to face the storm again
and rising comes the flood
to warn me of the days when
I'll be drowning in my blood.
It's hopeless, yeah, there's no denying,
but somehow, someway, I'm still smiling.
Music from R. Dean Tayor, with Indiana Wants Me..
hanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.