Like chaff we separate
Riding the the wind
Searching our way
Some moving forward
Some step to the left
Questions unanswered
Perhaps for the best
I wonder sometimes
If I’ve wandered astray
The path is unmarked
No directions in sight
Could being lost
Be the way to
move forward
Could being lost
Be the way to be found
My mind is a whirl
I cannot make sense
But that in itself
May be the grounding
I need
Always remember
The part you must play
The story is yours
The hero you are
Beautifully written Pam, your chaff abilities are pondered well 😀
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hhahah Thank you Mark
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Beautiful, Pam.Hugs,Janice
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Thanks Janice!
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Very nice, Pam!
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thank you
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Absolutely wonderful. I’ve definitely come to believe that admitting I’m lost is a critical skill in life. Fortunately I have a lot of company along the way, wherever it is we’re going. 🙂
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thank you
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