They are called Drifters
Men who float through life
Like seeds in the wind
They appear in any terrain
But always above – apart
Never in the dirt
No expectations
And no commitments
Nothing received
And nothing given
They drift wherever
The winds of life blow
Full of potential
But impotent
Until…
They enter the dirt
And surrender
Rooted and receiving
A full life now offered
Photo by Dawid Zawiła on Unsplash
