He’s solid rock under my feet, breathing room for my soul. – Psalm 62:2
we are consumed by
of our own making.
Forsaking reality, we
opt for places we can breathe,
adopt a new philosophy,
set our calendared shackles free
the day to fall as it may.
take a stroll
with me. Let’s dip our toes
in sand and sea
……………and see if anybody misses us.
Prompted by Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 14.
Love those play-on-words.
The feeling of playing hookey is intoxicating
Dude. I am hysterical over your hidden meanings. DYING over here. Oh, Lawdy. You slay me. 🙂
Love, love, love … the playful ending is such a nice touch!