Tuesday, January 10, 2023

103:

I dreamt myself lost on the Albany Frontier.

was rescued by Blind Peter and Freeborn Garrettson.


They asked me what a Saint was face to face.

So I prayed the Lord make me one.


Said: “A voice moves me to do so!”

And I walked in the light for a time.


Today by way of six degrees

I have met them in person both.


Yet find myself still riding circuit endlessly 

crossing the Delmarva peninsula


taking the Delaware way

around and about Delaware bay.


Where did they ever get a name like Delmar?

Huh? What? It’s on the map you say?



©️Mark W. Ó Brien

10January2023


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