The soul peers out to view the day, through bright, hazel windows. It sees the bright and the gray, all colors of the rainbow. The soul searches, explores and learns, taking in all it can. Seeing God in all, it yearns, to see God in man.
What I’m Reading:
Poetry
A Thanksgiving Poem
In this time of true thanksgiving, I stop to think of how I’m living. Most days in pain, and not just physical. Slightly grumpy is too often typical. I do too little, though I take on too much. I fall too short, or some other such. In family, I’m the weakest link. I shudder to know what my friends think. But Jesus came and offered me grace. So forgiveness is mine in this crazy race. And forgiveness does truly abound. From family and friends it can also be found. So I’m truly…
