Fired up by the thought that a vitamin can heal, she woke up that morning and prepared for a meal. Some eggs with some vegetables, some fruits in a bowl. And a pot-full of porridge to nourish her soul. ** As she stood in her kitchen, her heart beat so fast. Why am I anxious?Continue reading “Fired Up by a Thought”
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The Rich Man
There was once a man Who lost the joy in living. He saved all that he made And failed the charm of giving. * He knew that he was measured By the riches that he reaps. So why then does his conscience Feel lumbering when he sleeps? * A thread weaved through another Can makeContinue reading “The Rich Man”
Beisan's Burble 