Skipping Rocks on Water

Pebbles shine where clear waters flow.... Poets know that each poem they write will live alone. Some poems may inspire, renew or give healing to many souls far into the future. Others may lie dormant and only become meaningful at some future time. Whether my poems are found useful or not, I will keep listening to whispers in my mind, hoping that when they have been transferred to words, they will skip into the future and be useful to someone.