by Neruda Love Song » Fri Feb 24, 2012 10:22 am
Alexander was quite for a moment. Thinking. "They always ask that," he said. His voice was rough but still gentle. "Why did you do it? What crime have I committed to deserve this? It is pointless asking though. There needs no question nor no answer. Just action. Please, though, do not worry. As long as you behave you may be with your family within a week." As he said it pictures of his family came to his head. He was a happy kid once. Innocent with wide eyes for wondering. Now he shut his eyes, refusing to see the world for what it became. "Come on," he said again.
I have to leave chicken smoothie, but I may check up now and again. Sorry.
God is the greatest artist
To whom no one can compare,
Streaking sunsets very beautiful,
Painting rainbows in the air.
Brushing green the hillside scene,
Blotting blue the sky above,
Splashing flowers 'cross the ground beneath,
Shading white clouds with His glove.
Of the wonders God has made
There is none that is so fair
As the smile He paints upon your face
When you realize He's there.