Tuesday, May 27, 2025

Recommended poem for Wednesday, May 27, 2025

One by one God took them from me, All the things I valued most.
Until I was empty handed,
Every glittering toy was lost.

And I walked earth's highways, grieving,
In my rags and poverty.
Till I heard his voice inviting
"Lift your empty hands to me!"

So I raised my hands toward heaven
And he filled them with a store,
From his own transcedant riches,
Till they could contian no more.

And at last I comprehended,
In my stuid mind, and dumb,
That God could not pour out his riches
Into hands already full! (Source)

Yes, Trump Is 'At War' With Blue Cities. The Blue Cities Started It

Yes, Trump Is 'At War' With Blue Cities. The Blue Cities Started It  -  pjmedia.com