You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Mysteries, Yes by Mary Oliver
Mysteries, Yes by Mary Oliver, “Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs…”
One and Only You not by James T. Moore
Every single blade of grass, And every flake of snow, Is just a wee bit different. There’s no two alike, you know. From something small, like grains of sand, To each gigantic star all were made with THIS in mind: To be just what they are!