Strange Fate

Somewhere down the line
While the soil was being tilled
An old river was winding,
Cutting its path through rugged hills
Rain or shine, the soil keeps churning
The river keeps flowing
Misunderstood art etched in the countryside,
A presence of beauty and wisdom unknown.
Twist and twine, independent lives
Until entangled in mutal needs,
Cut back across desert lands
And in it plant new and unusual seeds.

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Author Image Author Image I love reading the Word of God. With prayer God's Word reveals so much: from comfort to temperance, from perspective to affirmation. Digging into the depths of the Word, cross-referencing history, language and time differences, is a passion of mine. In March of 2015 I decided to go back through the Bible doing an in depth study on each section I read. Eventually I decided to share my journal of notes as I partake in this journey. I hope you are blessed by God and inspired to pursue a deeper relationship with Him. I love reading and learning about God, nature, and science. I am interested in how it all connects. The Creator's fingerprints are all over his creation. We can learn so much about Him and how we came to be by exploring the world around us. Join me as I explore the world and draw closer to the One who created it all.
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