Old friends are like a steady spring rain,
or late summer sunshine edging into fall,
or frosted leaves along a snowy path-
a voice for all seasons saying, I know you.
The older I grow, the more I fear I’ll lose my old friends,
as if too many years have scrolled by
since the day we sprang forth, seeking each other.
Old friend, I knew you before we met.
I saw you at the window of my soul-
You are sedimentary, rock-solid cousin earth,
where I stand firmly, astonished by your grace and truth.
And gratitude comes to me and says:
“Tell me anything and I will listen.
Ask me anything, and I will answer you.” – Freya Manfred –
PiYo This Week: Monday & Thursday at 8:00 am
Take Care Folks and its only 30 some days till we get to VOTE!!!!!! Can’t wait,,,,, lets change this crazy administration!!!
Keep The Faith,
William