My guide

From the pages of my past I see a pattern and so I take on the pain of my present in future’s hope. Let me tell you here that when I hold a pen, I do not know what it will scribe but when I read what I write; I know that but God is my guide. The next word like the next breath is His gift and I humbly submit and thank the Benefactor for indeed this respite from reality is most needed and joyously accepted.