And if God cares so wonderfully
for wildflowers that are here today
and thrown into the fire tomorrow,
he will certainly care for you.
Why do you have so little faith?
surrounded by the Sunday singers at Deidra's
Blessed are not the enlightened whose every question has been answered and who are delighted with their own sublime insight, the mature and ripe ones whose one remaining action is to fall from the tree. Blessed, rather, are the chased, the harassed who must daily stand before my enigmas and cannot solve them.I am not blessed by the quantity of quality of my knowledge. My blessing comes not from what I know, but Who I know.
I'm tired of the sound of my own voice
And I'm weary of adding to the noise
And I'm fearful of missing the point of it all