Free breakfast was provided by the hotel. I wasn’t really offended. I just wanted to write a poem.
All in Nonsense
Free breakfast was provided by the hotel. I wasn’t really offended. I just wanted to write a poem.
The speaker wanted us to imagine what we would do if a doctor told us we had six-to-twelve weeks left to live, so I did.
Can you imagine being so lost you think a Tate or Peterson makes sense?
I started to wonder if most internet reviews could be viewed through a theological lens.
Just about every Christian has expected Jesus to come back at just about any moment. He doesn’t. But maybe we do.
Based on a true surgery in February. I just lost the poem until now.
I don’t know why I wrote this. Something about some of the men who live the largest being the most empty inside.
This came to mind when I thought about going to choir practice after church instead of pursuing some other activity in sweatpants.
The wedding went a little long, which gave me some time to reflect.