Amazing old gent. He is nearly blind. Walks so very slowly, but his garden is one of the finest I've seen.
I hope I do half as well when I reach his age . . . my paternal Grandmother lived to be 94 . . .so, hope springs eternal!!! . . . ;-)
In the Well of the Soul
In the silence of the mind there is a place,
deep within that only you will ever know.
Here lives that part of you outside the race,
and here only you will ever dare to go.
Many names for it exist, all to describe,
and yet no one has ever been there but you.
Some try to hide from it with what they imbibe,
and others find stranger things to consume, they do!
No matter the effort to defeat this place within,
you will find it still there, no matter what you do.
It is stronger then steel, untarnished even by sin,
brighter then any sun, and its touch evil comes to rue.
It is that small place in which the grace of God burns,
even in the darkest heart, in the darkest night alone.
It makes us know right from wrong, each in its turns,
though we may not admit it, it makes a part of us atone.
If you seek it, feed it, set it free, it consumes you in kind,
in a fire without heat, forever more, and you are humbled.
Faith and memory, things you take beyond time you’ll find,
treasures beyond gold, there even for those who’ve stumbled.
A promise made, will be kept by Him who never forgets,
if you but spend the coin of faith and trust His word.
There for you to find in every sunrise and every sunset,
echoing in a place deep inside your tattered soul if heard.