An old burnt tire
People who come up to my garden wonder why I keep an old tire on which I’ve made a seat. Ah well, there’s a tale everywhere, isn’t there?
Read MorePeople who come up to my garden wonder why I keep an old tire on which I’ve made a seat. Ah well, there’s a tale everywhere, isn’t there?
Read MoreAre these phenomena really random?
Or is it something that we yet have to understand?
Or is it that randomness,
Is itself God’s plan?
Because He bends down to listen I will pray as long as I have breath.
Read MoreWe’d have a lot less to worry about.
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