A poem from my mom’s blog 🙂
…so…i dated cathedrals… fashioned
out of playing cards… slept in
beds of chocolate kisses …which
warmed me for
a time… warmed
me through
winter months…warmed
me through slippery
months…but…when
the winds grew
strong
and the sun grew
hot …
and the whole thing fell…
i grew
cold …
cold like igloos in
summer…
like a love bird
trembling
in the
wind
….Mathew 7:27…”when the rains and floods come and beat against that house, it will collapse with a mighty crash”
That’s what!
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