It was a time so many years ago; But still I wonder why I let you go. I caused the break itself, that much is true, To you occurring right out of the blue. I cannot say the memory is bad, But, rest assured, it doesn’t make me glad. The
Logic may well be a word not logical at all; Take, for instance, life forms on which all our food chains fall. Logic says they have been out there to provide a meal For specific other life forms to consume with zeal. But, what is not logical, is how and
A situation in which God must intervene To have it be as you would have it seen Is not so rare in life as you may choose to think, Or not believing that there can be such a link. We muse about our Guardian Angels, like as not, As harmless
Just look at you. Where have you been? And don’t give me that silly grin. How can you get so dirty quick?— Whatever dirt you touch must stick. My goodness, you are such a sight, They wouldn’t know that you were white. Okay, upstairs, get in the tub. I’m sure,
What matters most in life? You find you’ve not a clue. You struggle with the question; what else can you do? The more you ponder, seemingly there’s but one call— There is no easy answer; maybe none at all. The Bible says it’s love, and that you must include, But
