“There might be a real Land of Youth somewhere. There might be almost anything.” - The Magician’s Nephew, "What Happened at the Front Door," by C.S. Lewis
A poem in spite of a traumatic anniversary of mine ~ from last year's break-in ~
A poem inspired by scripture - See Matthew 13:44 NIV
"Weeks go by sometimes where I forget you're looking out for me. Always waiting in the wings..."