Pulled. By a divine string.

I'm in touch. With another world. When I let my mind drift. Too often. I have put a weight. An anchor. On my mind. Afraid. Of wandering. Aimlessly. When that's what I should have done. Always. Now. Late in life. I have the courage. To drift, drift, drift. Makes no difference where I am headed.  Because I am being pulled.  By a divine string. --Jim Broede