Think us not children Of a lesser god, for if We suffer without End, it is the price We pay for seeing more, for Feeling

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
Think us not children Of a lesser god, for if We suffer without End, it is the price We pay for seeing more, for Feeling
By poetpas Life of a shower head
In the beginning, Lord Yehashuah, you moved Among the waters To establish the Firmament and divide the Heaven and the earth. In this time of
“A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why
Overcome I amBuoyed up in a current ofMagnetism, I Tingle with its force.So much, I struggle to holdMy feet on the ground. Shuttles forward andBackward