Enriching is probably the best word to describe the words in the poem. Yes, even every blade of grass has its own splendor ! So, when you look at the price of gas at the pump, know then that this too shall pass. Seek wisdom, like in the beauty of the author's writing. Never fear evil tidings...
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on April 9, 2008
I sense a bit of pantheism here; everything is, indeed, a miracle. Lovely.
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