a 'Universalist' !
There’s a Last Chance for Everything
Swirling clouds dance through the
to a soft breeze and morning song.
This verdant forest of dapple sun
holds more truth than any man
shall ever know.
A lone heron roams an endless sky
above a lake of Summer dreams.
Deep thoughts flow here in subtle
tides and currents
but returning always to seek
and one last chance for
the greatest love story
this world has ever known.
--- b. e. adams (8/3/2017)
[my birthday poem]