Resolutions, aspirations and hyped-hopes. One, through twelve moons and sunsets, plans were drawn.
Even Heavens marveled at the well articulated mappings🥺🥺🥺. Rather than consult the divinity, the itinerary was tossed.
Oh dear! how fertile are you? Loamy, rocky, sandy, muddy, on which ground do you stand?
How was 2020, 2021? How many more carryovers? Pledging every year to gods, replaying the circle?
It’s just a matter of time, a mansion from a faulty foundation will collapse.
Faster than it was raised, it was destined to crash. Plans barren, Promises mocked, Paramedics futile.
Faith, trust, peace, laughter, empathy and of course love are the potter’s work tools, only a contrite heart will embrace.
Nature and innovation are beautiful but faith, wisdom and grace are profitable.
Certainly, today is a gift but even more are the abilities to do or undo.
What if tomorrow never comes🤔?
What if today is all you have🤔?
What if seventy-plus are yours to count🤔?
What if not🤔?