At the end of my days

All things come to an end The mayfly’s dance so short and sweet The slow existence of a star for whom we exist in the fraction of the atom’s face Seeing god’s glory We leave this world alone as we came in, Perhaps a little heavier with the memories we have accumulated Perhaps a little…… Continue reading At the end of my days

Following the Rail

there, do you see? just around the bend, the place it used to be? a place, the marker there, when you were ten,  played with friends, found love and conquered care   the tracks, we roll along, beyond each bend, new worlds of friends like mushrooms come then gone, we think the tracks go on,…… Continue reading Following the Rail