Are we all partly wrong or are we all slightly correct. Flexible or laced. Is there greater rapture in the seeking or in the finding. For me, peace comes with faith, not religion. As rain taps gently on the skylight this December evening, I understand that there here will be no star-stitched sky this night.
Blackness blots the adjacent prairie waiting sere for spring's return.
Fatty the squirrel lies snug in the crotch of the black oak tree and Tommi the gimpy hen turkey roosts uncomfortably on her gunshot shattered leg. Not being able to see what I revere tonight I must trust in something spiritual. In the heart of the collective soul, so too I guess, must Reverend Don and his fellowship. Meanwhile, I'll take the low road and the Bible study group can take the high road. Eventually, I assume, most of us will arrive at the same destination.