
Sunday turns to Monday turns to Tuesday turns to Wednesday. Thursday turns to Friday turns to Saturday turns to Sunday. Time flies in a circle like an eagle over prey. Why can’t we find a way to love one another?
I heard a flock of geese fly overhead in the morning yesterday, and another flock later in the day. How do they know that now is the time to migrate? It was cooler two weeks ago and downright hot this week. Why are they leaving now and not then?
These are questions for which I have no answer, at least for now. Perhaps one day, perhaps one day.
