“Us talk and talk about God. But I’m still adrift. I’ve been so busy thinking about him, I never truly noticed nothing God make. Not a blade of corn. Not the color purple. Not the little wildflowers. Nothing.”
“Whenever you’re trying to pray…conjure up flowers, wind, water, a big rock.”
“But I hardly pray at all. Every time I conjure up a rock, I throw it. Amen.”
— Apr 08, 2026 06:36AM
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