Late Night Haiku XXII
Posted by Tim at 21:50:8
LXI. A lonely thought about
The soft sounds of a tree frog,
Who knows not of it.
LXII. What is this odd place,
That my thoughts arrive at now,
Like a long spring rain?
LXIII. The words do not come,
To match thoughts that bubble up,
Shall the thoughts erupt?


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hehe, saw this and thought of ya:
http://theresurgence.com/john_armstrong_2006_an_introduction_to_karl_barth
Peace,
Brad
That’s great, Brad, thanks! What a good piece.
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