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God
The Lodestar
In the night, when ego has fled, selfsinks into bed and soul rises to its Keeper. Motives awakened, He traces His fingersacross dreams, morning separating night, joints from marrow, soul from spirit. Is it strange that He gives talentsand abilities then uses...
The Lodestar
In the night, when ego has fled, self sinks into bed and soul rises to its Keeper. Motives awakened, He traces His fingers across dreams, morning separating night, joints from marrow, soul from spirit. Is it strange that He gives talents and abilities then uses...
One Tiny Wonder
I turn the handle On the faucet, icy cold Water pours into The sink, and then I Notice the ladybug. In Seconds it’s pummeled, Wings spread wide as it Tries to fly. Imagine that Tiny bug staying Afloat. It circles One way and then the other Almost losing the Battle....