Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Miracles Where You Find Them

I s'pose it's fantastic for the ones who find Jesus on their tacos or a pumpkin in the garden that looks suspiciously like the buddha. Seems to me, though, that the really lucky ones are those of us who see the miracles everywhere. The grains of sand on the beach could keep me fascinated for hours. Don't get me started about shooting stars, puppy breath or a baby's laughter. What about rock'n'roll or the sensation of romance?

They don't call me the human bomb for nothing, you know. Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war. Wave a flag of peace tomorrow.

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