Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
MAGIC
MAGIC
A sown seed yields its kind in season.
No one knows its rhyme or reason. It is magic.
Seed sower field season are four.
Yet inside of each fact lies so much more.
No one knows its rhyme or reason.
It is magic.

MAGIC
A sown seed yields its kind in season.
No one knows its rhyme or reason. It is magic.
Seed sower field season are four.
Yet inside of each fact lies so much more.
No one knows its rhyme or reason.
It is magic.
