The first hue of dawn tints the edges of the sky like a water color canvas. You're burrowed in a mound of too warm blankets desiring to hibernate like a woodland creature. Resigning yourself you yawn, stretch then peek open your eyes wondering, "What amazing inspiration shall the world bring to me today." The earth hums back "We shall see."
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Builders for Eternity.
“Isn't it strange how princes and kings, and clowns that caper in sawdust rings, and common people, like you and me, are builders for eternity?
Each is given a list of rules; a shapeless mass; a bag of tools. And each must fashion, ere life is flown, A stumbling block, or a Stepping-Stone.”
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