June 9th 2019

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's a Journal

Submitted: June 08, 2019

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Today was a slow crawl. Morning melodies into an epiphany. Poets sing in the sky. I look at the flowers cradling the tree called flame of the forest. They form a beauty that cannot be described. Today is a Sunday and all the Quakers dressed in white are going to the church. I believe that life has a meaning and purpose given by God Jehovah Jesus. I always wonder what to write? Some days are more creative. Writing is the passion of the pen. Writing is a poetic ornament. Writing is the heart of desire. Writing is the dance of literature.  Writing is a song of music. I am still reading the Old Testament. Wonderful is God’s way in leading Israel from slavery in Egypt. The Israelites were a grumbling lot. God looked after them well while they were traveling in the wilderness. God provided them water from a rock and rained down quail and bread as manna.  If we look at the Old Testament, it shows how the Israelites struggled for existence.


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