Reflections on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter…
This morning I wrote a story
An interesting story
A true story
A good story
But I did not finish the story
It is not a bad story
No one is harmed in the telling of this story
But I did not write the finish of the story
It seemed wrong to let others read the story
An intrusion as they try to tell their own story
I know the ending of this story
That is enough
JRMcF
BONUS POIESIS: Billy Collins on wilting flowers… they
“lost their grip on themselves.” On birds watching him as he passed by… “like
they all knew my password.”
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