Poetry on God's Creation "And creation's wonders are but the outer fringe of God's works; how faint the whisper we hear of him!"---Job 26: 14
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Signage of a Bluebird
Sign in to my breath, little bluebird of mine, For the friendly song of yours meets the sky; And we, as companions of the ocean's brine, And the carts in the market full of rye Shall walk through the spring with our heads held high.