Maxioms by Don Williams, Jr
My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow
My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow
Practice random beauty and senseless acts of love.
Practice random beauty and senseless acts of love.
Why is it that an extended olive branch often turns to a clinched fist of hatred?
Why is it that an extended olive branch often turns to a clinched fist of hatred?
The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from read more
The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.
