What master do you serve? One that locks you out? Or one that invites you in?
Are you holey or holy?
Bad luck? Good luck? Is there really such thing as luck?
We look to the heavens and pray and dream…
We remain strong.
We refuse to come unhinged and we stay flexible.
Sometimes we slip into the background.
We even get raked over the coals and tossed in the can.
We might be all but forgotten,
but the circle of life continues.