THE JOURNEY

Bright as the sky is blue,
Dark as the ocean floor.
Bright as the autumn hue,
Waiting like an open door.

Standing and waiting,
Wishing for more.
Moving and hating,
What is in store?

Strong like a trout,
Swimming against the river flow.
Weak like a tadpole,
Cowering in a lily pad shadow.

Hope is all we have in times like these.
Trust is all that will deliver; while on our knees.
Never lose sight of all that is right,
Fight the good fight and seek out the light.

LUKE 20:24 “SHEW ME A PENNY. WHOSE IMAGE AND SUPERSCRIPTION HATH IT?”….

I AM VONSTEGALL AND WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?