Time is heavy and light. Invisible and visible to the eye.
Relationships were made for time, as time came first marking the beginning of time.
How do we utilize our time? Is it well spent or have we imagined it all?
Tag: life
Who Cries Besides I?
Does the grass cry, when pasture and lawns are being mowed? Do trees cry out to God, asking to ease … More
Love no more
I’m not mad, he made my day; when he walked away.
Love no more, He went away.
As I stood in the doorway and watched him walk away.
