How I loved those spiky suns,
rooted stubborn as childhood
in the grass, tough as the farmer’s
big-headed children—the mats
of yellow hair, the bowl-cut fringe.
How sturdy they were and how
slowly they turned themselves
into galaxies, domes of ghost stars
barely visible by day, pale
cerebrums clinging to life
on tough green stems. Like you.
Like you, in the end. If you were here,
I’d pluck this trembling globe to show
how beautiful a thing can be
a breath will tear away.
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Man of the HourProverbs 20:7 “The righteous man walks in his integrity; his children are blessed after him.” Introduction: Today, our world is suffering from a shortage of godly men. The crisis of our culture is not political, economic, or educational—it is spiritual. The need of the hour is for men who will stand up…
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