Tuesday, April 21, 2009
ashes to ashes, dust to dust. That's what came to my mind as i watched the spiralling leaves fall from the trees. Golden, dead, back to where they came from, soon to be crisp as chips. we all havta return to what we ran away from.... someday. of course, there's not much use bringing up the past unless we intend to build upon it. spinning in rewind.
"If God had wanted me otherwise, He would have created me otherwise."Johann von Goethe
God, thank you for creating me as i am, loving me as i am, imperfections and all. Incomprehensible you are.
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