Sunny Sunday afternoon— perfect time to sway in the hammock, staring blankly into the foliage that towers above me and dances to the music of my mind....
Time moves far too slowly. Oh, how much I miss you!
What is longing? A restless hankering, or a cheerful expectation? It's all how you look at it.
Another preview of this week's poetry challenge form: Sonnetina Cinque.
The longing breeds discontent and ingratitude within me.
Don't just pray about what seems logical and possible....
I’m counting the days 'til the waiting’s done,
What is better than a longing?
Surrender of a life cannot happen in a moment.
If we were given all we wanted here, our hearts would settle for this world rather than the next.