"In the future when your descendants ask their fathers, 'What do these stones mean?' tell them, 'Israel crossed the Jordan on dry ground.' For the LORD your God dried up the Jordan before you until you had crossed over."
Returning home come evening (often with the windows down)
Driving east while the sun sets behind, Behind the sky all ablaze unconfined, But condensed in the mirror Gleams a cloud-light pool--nearer, Slighter figure but its weightiness not declined.
1 comment:
sweet!! i love the blog! good to hear from you...and i am in the process of writing a letter...however slowly it might be going...:-)
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