Everything was in Harmony. I was complete. Then descended the Fire, consuming My round balanced table. But It released the fount Of untold blessings, The
In the dry heat and Dust, long have I walked. I am Parched. She comes like one Long awaited, to My care is she sworn.
I am reading this Book to my daughter, and I Tell her to watch how People’s faces change When they are complimented. It shows how
University She inherits, leaky pipes But with potential Unruly pupils Question her authority. She is, Professor.
I am Simon calledPeter, my name stands for theBalance of justice With mercy, the swordIn the stone. In me find theWisdom of ages. I am
Drove I into theHospital parking lot andThree women stood by The wall, enshawled andWailing. Against the wall theyBeat their fists, and they Entreated their GodFor