Away from the flood there’s abundance of mud to slip and slide, slither and glide, enrobing our boots in dark chocolate goo, and smattering … a spatter pattern scattering, of syrupy brown mixture –
[Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays: to the tune 'Auld Lang Syne'] 1. Look back – remember all God’s care, look on – the way ahead is known to him – he will be there, walk on in faith, not dread …