A Pilgrim's Journey
A new day dawns and the vessel pulls up its moors heading out to uncharted seas. Fear and hope dance upon the salty breeze. A new world beckons and plays upon the Pilgrims heart. Yet many trials lay ahead, waves of toil and winds of distress bring opportunity for faith. And so I say: "The morning after storm, the land yields sea treasure. Trouble my water."
3 Comments:
Ha! But they are getting better at throwing rocks...
Thats true...and car tossing and car burning....and making moltov cocktails...and white flags. : )
haha...that's awesome.
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