by Neruda Love Song » Sun Mar 04, 2012 12:45 pm
Angel laughed nervously. "You know nothing of me, but that is fine with me."
She looked up at the women carrying many plates. Quickly, Angel stood up and help carry the plates to the table.
"Thank you," the women said.
"You are welcome," Angel whispered. The women paused studying Angel's face.
"You look familiar. Are you famous?" the women asked. Angel remembered. She was one of the minor house maid. Angel ducked her head.
"No. I'm afraid not." The women nodded and walked away stiffly. Angel quickly resumed her place beside Mike.
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.