There is no end to reality
when the snow falls
the sun shines
the wind blows.
Reality greets us each morning ~ while we sleep it holds our space
To hear thunder crack
To see a child’s face
To feel currents of emotion
To sense the delicacy of touch
There is no end to reality
when the rain falls
the sun sets
the clouds drift.
“It is one of those stories that you just want to keep going and going
~ even after the last page has been reached.”
~ Vicki M. Taylor, Forever Until We Meet
