The Return
I would have to say as far as bloggers go...I have failed miserably. I have let my blog become infested with spiders and piles of dust over the past year of attention I have not paid towards it. But I AM BACK. And this time I vow to keep up with my words, encouragement, spiritual findings and otherwise! I guess todays post goes out to something I learned while pondering great poets from Emily Dickenson to Langston Hughes. And though non of you are in need of a history lesson, here is a short summary of Emily Dickenson's character. She was a lonely soul who spent most of her days amiss in her bedroom, keeping silent while speaking loudly through her poems. Her intent was to constantly question the need for a God, any God...any spiritual being non the less. This one spoke the loudest to me, it is called "Apparently with no suprise." And it goes like this: "Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frsot beheads it at its play, the blond assasin p...