Never Too Late
Remember that child-like innocence of yesteryear, when somehow belief in the good-yet-to-come resonated at the very center of the heart? Recall the playful nature of hope, the mystique of wonder, as a certainty to behold? Who says that kind of thinking is only for the very young or naïve? Oh, the surprise of good things! Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year,/ I felt a door opening in me and I … Read more