Men deal with pain in many ways,
But I just pen this verse.
Poem about a cowboy on a trail looking for arrowheads.
July 17th, 1995 written while on horse back.
As the past yearns to be remembered and the present longs for its
rooted nutrition...
Reckoning of life's frailty.
There’s lots of things different this season,
Psalm 139:13
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Dick Shepherd was the kind of a man
Many want to meet, but really known by only a few.
Today I pause to honor you, dear Mother.
This letter is a call to prayer.