Only God can bring forth beauty from ashes, life from death, light from darkness, flowers from a wasteland. This is a collection of my flowers, picked and placed on the table in the vase that is this book of poems. Some are singing His praises, others are things that just needed to be let out, and the rest are nods to the intrinsically whimsical way that everyday things can become art.
Only God can bring forth beauty from ashes, life from death, light from darkness, flowers from a wasteland. This is a collection of my flowers, picked and placed on the table in the vase that is this book of poems. Some are singing His praises, others are things that just needed to be let out, and the rest are nods to the intrinsically whimsical way that everyday things can become art.
