Just to exist, life is filled with labor.
A day may be filled with an act of love
Toward someone passing our way.
They move on, not here to stay.
Is love lost, gone it's way?
Will the receiver share love to another
A traveler, a friend, a brother?
Was love realy lost, or found its way
To inspire another on their difficult day?
Years of living in agricultural communities with the difficulties, duties and emotions that need assistance beyond human ability, found expression in writing. Author of Timeless Words of Poetry .
There is enjoyment in searching who God gave the instruction to, the because, but now, and therefore,