"Finally, I suspect that it is by entering that deep place inside us where our secrets are kept that we come perhaps closer than we do anywhere else to the One who, whether we realize it or not, is of all our secrets the most telling and the most precious we have to tell." Frederick Buechner
Come in! Come in!
"If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a Hope-er, a Pray-er, a Magic Bean buyer; if you're a pretender, come sit by my fire. For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!" -- Shel Silverstein
Sunday, December 30, 2007
On the fifth and sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me . . . .
Six geese a laying five golden rings.
(There, now I think I'm properly all caught up. So now it's back to my lonely writer's garret.)
2 comments:
Ok, Where are the Five Golden Rings. I feel jipped!
Look on the ground. There they are!
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