Making the world a better place, one contact at a time
Young life lost too soon Mother weeping in my arms The life I’ve chosen
Soul Doc
Oak log on the fire Flames dancing, wood burning warm Crackle pop comfort
In from the cold rain Toes touching under blankets Warm cups in cold hands
Rain falls onto wet ground Puddles growing deeper Frogs quiet under mud
Yielding to the rain The bird settles in its nest The tree gently sways
Across the horizon Storm clouds form foretelling The approaching rain
Lonely office chills Uncomfortable chair creaks Saving lives and souls
In my mind Ideas percolate and thoughts coalesce Always more questions
Books to read Ideas to synthesize Interpretation to create
Vacation is over Drive home completed Only the grind left
