Promptly poetry entries |
I once was lost - wandering around without direction. Now I am found trying my best to make a connection. Have I made it? I don't think I'm even close, but I know I don't want to go back. Imperfect, human, vulnerable. Striving for the perfection of the eternal. How long will my journey be? I don't know; all I can do is hold onto the Hand of the Father who guides me. prompt ▶︎ ![]() |