Make it your aim to live a quiet life, mind your own business and work with your hands... 1 Thess. 4:11
Sunday, December 18, 2005
We are embryos
In college I found a wonderful poem in an obscure devotional book. I have no idea who the author is and googling the name brought no results. Yet I kept it in my wallet for 30 years. it is one of the most deeply impactful poems I have had opportunity to absorb and revisit. It gives an odd comfort and explanation, not just for when grieving a death, but also for why we fear and struggle. Read it here.