Photo by Engin Akyurt
Hours will bend
as words pour onto paper
Long day’s journey
salty is the flavor
White sails billow
the gull cries for favor
I think I’d like to be alone
but time can turn the tables
A Wild joy takes me over
The Holy hovers just inside
A Wild joy is my lover
ever changing with the tide
Jill Autrey Dorman 
One of your best. Keep pouring forth from that truest center that is genuinely you, the place where you never doubt you a loved by the Eternal Lover of All.
Hey friend! Hope you and P are well! I would love to hear your thoughts on a previous post called Born Liars (The Epiphany) if you have time. It is a little strong reality for some of my theologian friends…😊