Roam


I am ready to arrive at After.
Where answers are,
and resolution resides.

Instead, I’m in the midst of During.
Crisis is here, with
complicated questions, and
conflicts that confuse,
even frighten.

I cannot return to Before,
where simplicity
and innocence
linger.

So, I wonder about Ahead.
I remind my heart to hope,
set my face like flint,
and walk the Now.

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  1. AnonymousApril 10, 2013 at 3:23 PM

    WHAT WONDERFUL AND THOUGHT PROVOKING EXPRESSION. . .

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  2. TrishaApril 17, 2013 at 8:16 AM

    I love this one . . . thinking about After and During and Before and Ahead and Now

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    1. Anne Lowry PharrApril 17, 2013 at 8:34 AM

      Thanks for visiting, Trisha. Readers' comments are such a blessing to me.

      Hoping you find joy and hope in the midst the befores, durings, and afters.

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  3. AnonymousMay 16, 2013 at 10:03 PM

    It's so hard to be in the "during" of hardship or indecision. I thought you expressed this in a very universal way.

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    1. Anne Lowry PharrMay 17, 2013 at 7:55 AM

      You're right . . . it *is* hard! And (at least for me), the difficulty is eased a little bit by knowing that I'm not the only one who experiences those feelings. So I'm glad this resonated with you. Thanks for visiting!

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