Walking through Time Pebbles 'neath my feet Wait for my passing, My absence do they greet. For, if my stride did halt, Bruised would some be, And others left unturned, Never touched by me. While pebbles wait yet for me, And Darkness fades from Sun, I must continue walking 'Til my walking days are done.
A very interesting perspective, webmaster. Indeed, if we were to halt our walk some would be bruised...but it's those lying ahead of us who we'd never meet where the greatest hurt would lie. Wonderful allusion here.
------------------ Michael Anderson
Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?
Robert, I really like this alot! I can't believe you didn't tell me you WRITE !! I had no idea, and now what a wonderful surprise to be here in this forum together! Makes it a warmer place, knowing the family is lurking around here too !! This is a really nice piece, deep with meaning - - great job!