A minute is such a minute thing, a sliver in the grand scheme of time .

We are flickering shadows on life’s stage; candles burning feeble flames, staving off the night.

Each moment is ephemeral, transient eternity, meant to be savored before it slips away.

Memories are amber, the mind’s way of preserving our precious past,

As day fades gently into night, the dandelion fluff of experience catches the wind and drifts away.

They float like pale ghosts into the future, seeking fertile soil in which to take root.

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Sarah Dodd a.k.a. Not All Who Wander Are Lost, can be found at musingsbydoddzilla.org

The longest trip I ever took

Was the journey to find myself

To discover the girl I once had been

Beneath the doormat I had become.

To free myself from the prison

I had helped create

Piece by piece, finding Peace

Resurrecting myself from the grave

Learning once again

How to live

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Sarah Dodd a.k.a. Not All Who Wander Are Lost, can be found at musingsbydoddzilla.org

She perches in my heart and flutters in my mind.

In the shadow of her wings, both faith and love abide.

She sings a song of serenity and lights the shadowed way.

Though her wings may battered be by winds of fear and shame,

Through the bitter winds of hate, she struggles to find a way.

She graces my soul with gratitude.

And strengthens the weary will

When all else seems to subside, hope will live here still.

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Sarah Dodd a.k.a. Not All Who Wander Are Lost, can be found at musingsbydoddzilla.org