I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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Kleenex had been around twenty years or more But unknown to me until nineteen-forty-four. A girl passed me a tissue for my tears in church, She noticed that I, for a hanky did search. I’ve found that Kleenex is certainly … Continue reading
GRANNY APPLE YELLOW is in my sight Sitting here at my desk after midnight. A post it note, and a grocery list A plant, a tube, and a pipe cleaner to twist. Picture of a lawn, and a birthday card Finding … Continue reading