Walking on Air I once walked away from belief but only found air at my feet. All meaning and substance had ceased - pulled wherever passion blew me like the wind on a falling leaf. I thought I was seeking freedom; what I found was only more chains. To live with purpose and reason we must seek more than selfish gains. -Justin Farley
Deer Child – A Nature and Life Poem
Doe and fawn
drink from the creek at dawn,
filling their bellies
to last out the noonday heat.
Doe protective and cautious;
fawn careless and unconscious –
unaware of the eyes
watching her from the bank.
Age brings wisdom and experience,
for the youthful heart is oblivious
to the dangers disguised as blissful indulgence
lurking in the field of freedom.
-Poem Written by Justin Farley