we all have the opportunity to tumble,
alone, into serene beauty.
can be beguiling, wholly able to envelop us in
momentary silence and wonder.
we move, wanting to see more, tasting the
Eden-like glade lures one’s eyes past the path to an
expanse beyond our vision.
there, always, the lapping blue waters, and the long
calling to the faraway. Come!
Ah, Good . . . I see your senses are not fully tapped
out. Your keen eye discerns
the perilous beach.
you go, the decision not painful, with a wary nod,
judgment deep and full, the
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Allan Cox & Associates Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Labels: Be Wary of the Promise, Turnabout, week-35