He walked the beach for miles in prayer,
Passed ceaseless waves, through blowing sand;
Then, turning back, discovered there
That he’d, somehow, become a man
The sun went down along the strand,
He wandered back through gath’ring cold
To find his spot deserted, and
His loved ones gone,
And he,
Grown old
https://thelighteningandthefire.wordpress.com/2015/02/09/the-soy-blues/
Stunning!!! I love it 😊😊
Hate it when that happens.