Chrysanthemums are bloomingIn every size and shadeSturdy and bright,Catching the light Of autumn's sun.

Like one of Seraphine's visions,Fantastical stems sprout spear-like leaves,Like bendable sword blades.Pale yellow buds burst awakeIn sunshine and blood colorsA spray of fireworks Springing from their centersIn wild disarray.It may be that a flower cannot be fantasized  That could outdo God's creative genius.

J-U-S-T-I-N Today I watched little ones ride ponies under a sun-filled sky and a red and white canopy.                      I watched children's amusement at the antics of newly-hatched chicks. I saw piglets, lambs, and sheep and even petted a tame deer's spotted back.But those were not the most extraordinary things that happened today.And was ignored by... Continue Reading →