… with the Eyes of God

Seeing with the eyes of God, I peer through my own façade.   Accepting my personal role, I wonder what does God see through the window of my soul.   Listening without deflection, I shudder in realizing, I am divine reflection.   The beauty of the flower is its awesome blossoming, standing tall in a […]

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The Streets of San Francisco

What goes up, must come down.   Obvious but not easy, unappealing and so hard, indeed, for sure, a daunting walk, that’s the rub.   An unfaltering brisk pace, that’s unlikely to happen: difficult climbs and descents. exhaust me.   What’s the point of the steep grade? Going up is a tiring task! Going down […]

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