I'm going out to clean the pasture spring.
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I shan't be gone long.--You come too.
The Pasture
Robert Frost
I have written my thoughts
on paper or on the computer since High School. It is good to see where you were
and where you are. I have found it helpful to note the sort of sky that preceeds
a storm, and the winds that lead to steady sailing. Thoughts bleed away with all
the distractions of this world. Waterproof inkings can counter that loss.
Herein are a few excerpts from the journal that I now keep. I
have added only those from which I think the reader might glean some of God's
truth. Still, my all too human side is bound to be visible within these entries.
Proceed thoughtfully.