One Life's Pilgrimage
THE HANDLE CAN WAIT by Sonja
I do not have a handle on my life today.
I can take some time to sort it out.
Fortunately, there are no children that require me to be an
anchor in any sort of way.
This is not bad, just new.
There really isn't any fixing to do.
I am sure in due time,
I will awake with a clue.
Your loving concern as you watch me stretch and learn,
is a healing balm as well my friend.
Copyright © 6-1999 by Sonja
I can take some time to sort it out.
Fortunately, there are no children that require me to be an
anchor in any sort of way.
This is not bad, just new.
There really isn't any fixing to do.
I am sure in due time,
I will awake with a clue.
Your loving concern as you watch me stretch and learn,
is a healing balm as well my friend.
Copyright © 6-1999 by Sonja
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THE HANDLE CAN WAIT by Sonja
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