A poem based on Isaiah 43. this verse has helped me many times in my life. Just knowing that God was with me and he loved me so much, was a great help and encouragement.

Poem.

Hate is a waste of time, it does the person who feels it the most damage.

I fear that I will not see you again.

Love overwhelms…

What would you do for a loved one?

I wrote this when I read a touching/tragic story about a two siblings.

For some, the hardest person to forgive and accept is themselves. Some never do and succumb to an untimely demise.

In any relationship of course the big things matter. But more often than not, I have found that it’s the little things that hurt more, and can destroy everything that we’ve built.

This is a poem about if I drowned would anybody notice care, would anyone fill with despair.

About 15 years ago I went body surfing off the Maine coast. While I was having the time of my life, two poor souls were claimed by the rip tide, which then came after me.