crumbs from His table

Our Father in heaven likes songs so much that He filled the earth with birds. Each one has its own special song to sing. When the sun peeks...

The trees are weeping Great arid tears Of scarlet, gold, and flame— Mourning winter’s onset And doubting spring will come again...

    Once there was a little Johnny Jump-up with a gold and violet face.  All day long he hung his head and sighed, “Oh me, oh my.  Oh ...

Pounding, Pummeling, Pressing, Pulling, Pinching, Piercing, Paring, The Potter's hands prod the clay With persiste...

The difference between the ordeal of Sisyphus— Pushing, pushing, pushing the boulder uphill; Then the rolling, rolling, rolling back down ...