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.
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.