Raking Distant Echoes

Lonely, raking distant echoes of emptiness and abandonment into piles like leaves being raked on earthly lawns, mind vacant and wandering paths of an interior spirituality. Finding solace in pockets of loneliness, sorrow and sadness that this evening bears upon this being, confident that it will fill this soul with a faithful hope in better things to come. Forging into the light of tomorrow's morning with an early sun- shine penetrating mind, body, and soul with a purpose and mean- ing that will satisfy intellect.