doxology

11th Anniversary Retrospect

Time flies like an arrow to its mark, and our quiver holds one hand full. Its like yesterday we disembarked, didn't think it would speed up at all. Time seemed still for a while, still does, till pictures bring betrayals, details, blessings, the memories God gives us, us - one unit made up of ourselves.

By |2024-01-13T16:38:24+00:00January 13th, 2024|Poems|