by Neruda Love Song » Sun Feb 26, 2012 12:51 pm
Angel was up. She had been up. For hours now. Dressed in dirty rags, she looked like all the other peasants and villagers. She went by the name Olivia. People bustled by her smiling and laughing, going about their daily jobs. Silently, Angel wondered why her father never let her come her. It was quite pleasant actually. The old sun shined brightly overhead and Angel smiled into it. Little kids looked up at her and she smiled at them before they were carted up by their mothers. Today was a good day, she thought. A good day indeed.
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.