Like when I read Jack London, and didn't foresee a way on earth that anyone else could have escorted his pencil; like when the evening fog rolled in so thick, I pooled water in my palms; like when their family served me fish and cheese, and I knew they wouldn't be eating dinner; like when he and I couldn't catch the bus after darkness and had to walk all the way home, and I preferred it that way; like when an old friend stopped through town, and only two Old Rasputin's weren't quite enough; like when I saw her face back lit by train cars and moonlight, and knew my soul would live forever.
Romans 1:20 -"His invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made."
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