Did my life matter?
Questions like that are natural, especially at times like this, I guess, after a scary-painful weekend...
I do not like to think of this,
but it seems I have no choice.
I wonder if the world will miss
my hope, my heart, my voice?
I have no concrete legacy,
my name won't sail the seas of time;
there's just a quiet history
where I endeavoured to be kind.
Our lives are ripples on a pond
whose shore we cannot see;
like the thief to cross was bound,
"Please God, remember me!"
As time and tide bear me hence,
did my life make any difference?
You don't have a purpose in life.
You are God's purpose.
Music from The Blues Image, with Ride Captain Ride.
Thanks 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.