Wife, daughter traveling

As I face an empty bed tonight …

With every passing moment, distance grows,
My loved ones whisked away in silent night;
Restless, awake, beneath the moon’s weak light,
I trust their journey’s end to He who knows.

They caught the bus this evening to go to a women’s retreat in another state. Gone til Monday. Just me and the dogs until then. They may not survive. …

J. Randal Matheny

Be pithy.

What do you think?