I awoke from a bus induced doze.


I am astounded.

The Oban road is so hilly.

Gentle shallow mounds

covered in icing sugar.


I realise how special life is,

how insignificant humans are

on a bus and in life

God has spoken.


He brings security.

He brings pain.

He brings laughter.

He brings gain.


He gives us Oban,

its wayside lochs.

He gives us Mull,

life pressures drop.


I am astounded by the snow,

white in a green background.

Life invigorated at every turn.

I am astounded.

◄ Hungry Heart

AnD ►


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