Tuesday, July 15, 2014

other wise

Too thick a stew
Rushing through what stays
Some truth about reality
Or another fleeting phase
Carved in place by deeds
And seeds of thoughtful plotting
What still flows thick
and what words stick
Is a mystery to me.
 
JM
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1 comment:

Unknown said...

Let go.
Let God.

'the more you shall honor Me,
the more I shall bless you'
-the Infant Jesus of Prague

6:29 AM

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