This is a weekly update from Australia, written by a person who has a tendency to ramble (one of the main features of bloggers, maybe?). Inspired by the one and only Alistair Cooke, recently departed in April 2004, age 95.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Poverty is as real as the Figment that festers in the soul And grow like choking weeds And manifest in flesh and bone
Pronouncements prove empty while Vestments deceive in light of day Seek riches beyond eye's sight, and Store treasures that transcend the ages
