The Lesson
It was a cool…gloomy…
Rainy morning:
“Teacher, where did God come from?”
“Before the beginning; I believe.”
“Where was that?”
“Everywhere…”
“Oh…thanks teacher.”
“Wow…thank you, my child.”
The rain stopped…
The sun came out…
Beautiful bright blades of grass
Glistered like morning stars…
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2019
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