Does A Footstep Linger

"Douglas' words conjure up images - like an artist brushing dabs of paint on the canvas of ones mind - all senses forced to come alive for a truly amazing experience. These are poems that will stir the heart and continue to resonate with each reading. " Gary R. Indianapolis "Muscular and lyrical, sensuous and deeply spiritual, the poetry of Terry Douglas probes the heart's longing for love and union with the beloved and the soul's quest for grace and oneness with the divine. Even those who don't read poetry will find much here that resonates in the heart and awakens the soul." Evan A., Virginia Beach, VA Does a Footstep Linger? explores the fire of love found at any age and in any season, and the stunning grief from love lost. There are poems in the collection that seek the Creators presence and spiritual nourishment in all aspects of lifes journey. An exuberance and energy unfold in the poems as we are encouraged to dance in celebration, as if no one is watching, leaving behind past regrets and no longer anxious of the future. Above all else, the poet probes the many mysteries and miracles some would say coincidences encountered daily in a long life of love. For inspiration, the poet pauses to contemplate a sunrise on the ocean or a star-filled canopy overhead; he walks on an isolated beach in a blustery rain storm, or sits perched on a deck overlooking a canal as the water rushes into the bay, or in a coffee shop amidst the turmoil of another day.

DigiCat presents to you the meticulously edited and formatted collection of the greatest works by Grace Livingston Hill: Marcia Schuyler Phoebe Deane Miranda A Daily Rate According to the Pattern Aunt Crete's Emancipation Cloudy Jewel The City of Fire Dawn of the Morning Exit Betty Lo, Michael! The Mystery of Mary The Search The Witness An Unwilling Guest The Red Signal The Story of a Whim The Tryst The Big Blue Soldier The Best Man Tomorrow About This Time Not Under the Law

Rinrin bell-get up! Rinrin bell-get up! ! " A harsh voice sounded indoors, and a humanoid creature stretched out a hand from the air-conditioned quilt to catch the alarm clock, but the running alarm clock was rolling around the room at the moment, and someone couldn't catch it at all if he didn't get up

There is a small tea stall in the corner of the street. A haggard woman asks to boil tea. There are several small tables outside the tea stall, and a young man with fine eyes is greeting guests quickly.