Eulogy for a CookieBittersweet were you born, Early in the sunny morn, From an oven burning warm; Salty to the taste, yet sweet, Cookie! How good you are to eat! Why then tremble as my treat? Never didst thou have a friend As me thy passing cares to tend-- Until... See More »
Why Did God Create?(My thoughts in poetry) I had a pocket of marbles, And gave them to some boys, That they might laugh and play Enjoying these simple toys. Perhaps that’s why God made us, Soft we are as dust, His pockets bulging full of grace, In Him we might then t... See More »
Coffee CanThe lens through which you look at life determines what you will see. A story I've read elsewhere may clarify this point. -- Once upon a time, a young boy with red curly hair was playing near a highway underpass, when he encountered a poor,... See More »
