David Taylor (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

A deeply questioning piece that implies concerns about ultimate ends and purpose all framed very effectively by the moonlit night and the sense of journeying far into it alone, which also contains enough scope and space within it to allow the reader room to enter with their own related concerns. A highly atmospheric and well structured, quality poem with impact that will stay with this reader. The best to you, jim

You never cease to amaze me David. How you can put to words in story like form, questions that are so hard to answer.......All I can say is faith is what keeps me going...... : O)

Another marvelous poem~~~~~~~~~~~Faith perhaps as difficult a concept to grasp as the even more elusive Hope. It's not the walking alone that's the problem, for many it is the only way to survive, it's the fear of what you'll run into as you walk alone what you might discover that you don't wish to. Faith not much different in many ways then the fear of the actual end itself. Letting Go, Letting Go, every day, even more letting go and yes that is SO hard. mm.xo