Stories told that we would see
If our eyes were not so dim
But in the telling we will hear
What we could not see to trim.
And as we whittle all away
That does not lead us to the gate
I pause to look around today
And feel the chilly breath of fate.
I could not ever hope to rise
On the road that’s marked before
But map in hand with spirit’s guide
I make my way to distant shore.
5 thoughts on “The Beginning”
Wonderful format! The fact that you are willing to look for direction there is hope, and you’re acting provoked by faith.
You like the format? Huh… anything specific about the format that strikes your fancy.
your new blog-style is inviting to the eye; it is very professional — is that an offense?
No, not particularly offensive. I don’t like the colours so much though… and I am not sure how I feel about all of the free themes now having adds…
It’s very professional but try different ones, nothing lost by trying things such as themes!