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February
27, 2000
some
would see this world of stuff alone
no
heart
no soul
no spirit
no
God but the winds of chance
blowing
free as one orb circles an other
in
the vast emptiness of space
but
such suppositions are without substance
in
the face of such immensity
such
wondrous beauty can never merely be
the
offspring of atomic collisions
and
changes in energy over time
there
is far too much wonder, even in the stuff
for
that fallacy to have any truth
I
live in a world of stuff and more than stuff
where
angels shelter children beneath wings
on
their way through winter storms
and
an only Son can save a race
Some
weeks ago C. T. told us of a time, when she
was
still taking children from school to their homes,
that
she had to do it through blizzard and how two
men
that she had not met before, nor has she seen
them
since, helped her, hiding children from the cold
beneath
their overcoats.