The Dew on My Shoulders
Tying my troubles with each shoe string,
I grab my sheep’s wool cover coat.
Stepping into a black early morning
of cold winds and silent surroundings.
I pick up the pace listening to
the quiet of the darkness and
the prayers within my consciousness.
I spend time paying attention to
the Christmas colorful lights flickering on
porches and roof tops, and lawns.
I continue to push myself,
checking my watch, and mileage.
My goal is soon to be complete ,
when I start to anticipate returning
back to a warm car.
All the while the darkness leaves
the dew of the morning on my shoulders.
CMM 2024
Not I …
What are your feelings about eating meat?
I don’t …
However , I do not sit in judgement of anyone who does.