One final day to set the sails, to glide o’er waters still,

Feel the cold, sharp wind in your face, a final lap until,

The cold autumn winds blow stiffly then, as water turns to ice,

Chill in the air messes your hair,  one more ride would be nice,

Turbulent wind churns the water, stirring up giant waves,

Capsizing might be an option, when sailing on such days,

Instead you enjoy the rapture, sit back – enjoy the ride,

In a few months you’ll hibernate, and spend your time inside.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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