On the Purpose of Global Warming and Human Existence, in Light of a Compassionate God
Posted on March 18, 2006 by Jenna
Sometimes the calliope plays soft performances on its own to fill a temporarily empty stage. Jane is unable to judge their inspiration, as she is poor at appreciating poetry.
The water comes,
The water goes,
Lapping on a frozen shore.
The water comes,
The water goes,
It is not water any more.
The water says,
“Return to me;
The land returning to the sea.”
And why are we?
And why are we?
To melt that iceberg for the sea.
James Allen on March 20, 2006 at 7:36 pm said: