upon rock?
by Rissy Emanuel How do you think we came into being from nothing? The lurking sense of doubt which covers my head with a cloud, but no rain has brought a morning light without return on investment. My soul is illuminated, but no rain, no garden, no tending, no growth. Your seed was not planted; it has fallen upon rock and yet you think we came into being. |
The Local Seeks
by Rissy Emanuel The one who knows but has not been. The one who eats but has not drank. The one who has not but has more. The one who listens but has not read. The one who receives but has not given. The one who goes but has not stayed. |