Thursday 5 November 2020

Waiting

 


Waiting is hard, its the fear of the future, will things change too fast, will things change too often? Why can't I be a rock, never changing always solid, always unmoving always there. But a rock does not have a heart, a rock cannot love you, a rock cannot give you a hug, a rock cannot give you a kiss, a rock cannot have a family. A rock should be used as a foundation to build a house on, to build a home, a place where you can love, a place to watch the children grow up. Being human is all I can be, forgive any tears I shed, but together we can break bread.



*** this is a snatch of words from 9 years ago



picture is from 1980s Ash Wednesday

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