some cling to theories
found in old books,
odd and incoherent;
they look for signs of god
in old pizzas, on the bark
of trees, sometimes struggling
for miles looking
for miracles on window fog;
too bad the BB gun
shatters their dreams,
as they search the sand
for hidden meanings,
hidden faces of god,
neglecting the love
they could show
to trees to kids to life.
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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Love, Bonnie
well penned ...
Love Tinka
The thing is we have to learn to love Him first
or we can't truly love anyone...
Love,Eileen