Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Thursday, March 15, 2012

3.15


The open door is waiting for me, of course. I could have just walked out. It was my opportunity, of course, to avoid making the same old stupid mistake. I suppose I could still walk out. Let me check. It's right there, taunting me. Shame. She's tangled me with her limbs--I don't suppose I can get away now.

3 comments:

  1. The changing verb tenses in this tell a really interesting story.

    I don't know what to say except that God is I Am continually-- past, present, future. He holds all our tomorrows and all our yesterdays.

    Too vague? I hope not.

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  2. Hmmmmmmmmmm perhaps vague. It certainly applies to nothing. But I think I know what you mean.

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    1. It applies, but the connection is not immediately obvious.

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