And that is all.

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Friday, October 26, 2012

Autumn Almanac

All the stars in the sky will be dissolved 
 and the heavens rolled up like a scroll; 
all the starry host will fall 
like withered leaves from the vine, 
 like shriveled figs from the fig tree.
Isaiah 34

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

I Ain't That Kind Of Baby

Can a mother forget 
the baby at her breast 
and have no compassion 
on the child she has borne? 
Though she may forget, 
 I will not forget you!

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Black Coffee

I go about blackened, but not by the sun; 
I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
~ Job 30