We are just a mist that appears for a while, then vanishes
Short stories | Reflections | Poetry
We are just a mist that appears for a while, then vanishes
When one of our own ceases to write
A Roman officer discovers in a profoundly personal way what faith can produce
“You never see a hearse towing a U-haul.”
~ Anon
God works in mysterious ways
To catch the right fish, you need the right tackle