Make Hay while the Sun Shines Remember when we thought the sun was God? God returned to us daily then. We learned to count on it. Sun/God provided: Crops Warmth Light Well-being Faithfully, God returned. Unceasingly, God provided. God poured blessings upon The Good and Evil alike. Then, we grew in knowledge and God became our Mother/Father. Then God died, was buried, and ascended from the dead. Just to remind us, Christ has risen, He has risen indeed. © 2018 Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.
Poetry is to Music as Lyric is to Soul for Friday, June 1, 2018
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