Alone at sea margaret griswold-scheiding. I realize now how lonely they are. The ocean below and sky above. One deep turquoise-green, never at rest. The other luminous blue, just as restless. And i in-between, alone, my boat drifting. Puffs of white scud slowly overhead. And i watch them, transfixed. They are so peaceful, so many of them. And i wish i might join them there. Forsaking the loneliness here below.

When she healed from her injuries and began to walk again, she not only ditched the wheelchair, but she also ditched me. It was sudden, without warning. Were there signs she was losing interest? May 6, 2016. It means we believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God who died for the sins of the world. This is what the Holy Bible teaches.

I hope to make peace with both before I make the jump into whatever realm awaits after this gig called life. Why do writers write? .

April 3, 2014 by imjustmarge.