THINKING OF MA MA
THIS WORLD KEEP SUCKING ME IN
TURN YOUR LIGHT ON ME
UNTIL MY LAST BREATH
WASTED TIME
WHAT CAN THIS WORLD BE THINKING
WHAT DO I HAVE TO OFFER
WHEN I AM NOTHING
WITHOUT HIM
WORTHY OF YOU
YOU ARE NOT A CHRISTIAN
YOU DON’T DECIDE
IT’S ALL GOD… I started writing 6/11/2006, approximately 5 months after the death of my mother; I was 63 years old. Why I began to write, I do not really know. I felt something inside of me telling me that I had to do something with my life and not to just sit and let it waste away. I often thought and believed that life had a purpose, and that it was our responsibility to leave things better than the way we found them. So much of life is lived only for the moment; and, as we reflect upon what we have accomplished, we are left bewildered and discouraged. GLH
