Memories rise like dust in the desert with each step I take in this dry land, familiar yet changed. Round every corner nostalgia blows afresh. The scent of a memory wafts by, gone as quickly as it came; so quickly one would doubt if ever it was truly there. This place. It saw me bloom from child to young lady …
The Best is Yet To Come
I must confess, the words – they hide Nor can I see Your face. The veil, it hides what lies beyond A fogged mirror; smudged glasses distort my view of grace. In this world we will have trouble But You have overcome. I tell myself again and more: The best is yet to come. The pain, nigh to unbearable Is …