The Price

The Price The price of peanuts has gone through the roof. The elephants are not happy. They will need to curb their needs, their appetite... their normal hunger, as it will only be even harder to get as we move forward. I would like to go back, as I know many would, but that is impossible. The trail is already lost, and vanished from sight. Sad times before us, dust behind... We need help. We need to remember that we are only here for a short while. Then we will all be gone. We will be somewhere else, that is better, or worse? The choice the same as peanuts, inside or outside of their shells. One moves toward butter, while the other realizes there is more to life, than just jelly. There is forever, and bread is made daily, by the King. It is read in a book, and shared among the living, until they have been filled full of his presence, their hearts with renewal, repentance, contrition, and humble penitence. Bread and water, to live by...