In easy reach. Of my finger tips.

Forging ahead. That's what I'm doing. Looking over the horizon. Because there's always something new to see. To behold another wonder of life. Much to ignore, too. But amidst the turmoil, there is peace and tranquility. Always a haven. No matter where I go. I find safety. And friends. In that sense, I am never lost. Never alone. And I am always in love.  What more can I ask? When I have it all. In easy reach. Of my finger tips. --Jim Broede