Lives Etched
In expectant hope, a plough-mark upon the springtime ground,
And in the furrowed lines of concern upon an unhappy brow,
For good and for ill our lives are etched,
By the actions of others both past and in the now.
Padre
Weekend Writing Prompt #90 – Furrowed
Padre's Ramblings 
Wow, really like this Padre. Great etching, God bless you.
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I like the comparison or furrows and etchings. 🙂
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Namaste Padre 🙂
Indeed, both flowers and weeds grow in the garden of our lives.
‘In expectant hope, a plough-mark upon the springtime ground’ is a great opening line…I trust his pessimism will pass.
Hoping all is well and you set for a great week. Take care.
Namaste 🙂
DN
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