A loved one's name
flows sweet
upon the tongue,
like sun-warmed honey,
dripping from its comb.
Sweet, intoxicating,
irresistible...
once tasted,
never forgotten.
I've never been disciplined or committed enough to keep a journal, but that's a good thing, I think. I want my understanding of 'the real life' to grow, and, if I am blessed with spiritual maturity, then the way I remember things will change, also. These writings are as close to a written record as I have... and they remind me that life is a trail which can only be walked once.
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