It began with a tree and a garden in the palm of an ardent Creator, who gifted the world salvation, before man had recognized his fall. Beauty among us. Truth before us. And in a moment, paradise lost. Until the hour, when upon a cross made of uprooted garden, He became the atonement for our…
Category: time
From Clock:
For whom do I thank for this blessing, of hands that keep time in this place? If not for my make, then my maker, who fashioned the folds on my face? For whom do I thank for this blessing, of a tick on which some measures rest, when in counting the minutes to seconds time…
Ben and Jane
He was Ben. She was Jane. Two children in a class, not knowing what was growing with each paper that did pass. He was Ben. She was Jane. Two pupils in the hall, drawing hearts on crumbled charts and letters on the wall. He was Ben. She was Jane. Too shy to hold her hand,…
Right Handed Rhymer 
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