Early Hebrews were just like the pagans. It was nature, not God, or idols that had their deepest devotion.

Sleepy heads melt into the grayest cement, when we see the connection between, my head stretched out to the rainbow cloud. I worry upon the stained glass drops. I pang with pain. Longing for the shores of memory. Suddenly I wake surrounding by very leafy trees.

Beauty is not always skin deep.

Poetry helps make a world fuzzy enough to become clear.

You are not a stock.

I concur that things are not what they seem.

As a blogger with a history a focus problems things are changing. We shall see what happens.

Hearts in cyberspace.

Kids are all about comics, especially like these!