tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post8327806597015416194..comments2024-03-22T10:51:23.567-05:00Comments on Faith, Fiction, Friends: A moment in timeGlynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10802111972232088511noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-78426067238517547632014-10-15T09:01:00.908-05:002014-10-15T09:01:00.908-05:00I've also been musing lately on youth vs. age,...I've also been musing lately on youth vs. age, wondering what connection the current me has to the young one who thought she "knew everything." Your poem gives words to my wonderings. Thank you!<br />--Peggy RosenthalPeggyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16374426814676174066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-29003710898122373112014-10-11T17:55:26.493-05:002014-10-11T17:55:26.493-05:00"When he was old and understood how little he..."When he was old and understood how little he knew."<br />Perfectly describes how the more we age in knowledge and experience, how inadequate and lacking our human understanding is without God's help. Loved this poem, Glynn!Martha Jane Orlandohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11620499267401065780noreply@blogger.com