advent journal: bells and borrowed words
(Leo Tolstoy)
but the flesh is weak and my thoughts seem to scatter
bht I think it's about forgiveness, forgiveness --
even if, even if you don't love me anymore
(Don Henley)
The two quotes were from Ginger's sermon today.
The poem below follows the pattern of Longfellow's "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day," one of my favorite carols.
Peace,
Milton