Meantimes my cynical critic suggests my life is passing by without meaning.I have anointed one who has died, and another who is on the brink.
Most people don't enter into this...it is the priest's lot...
With cynicism most think the world is in our grasp. It is not.
All flesh is grass
I wouldn't be quite so fierce as these word are...but death is rough for all of us
The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.
I don't mean to be morbid.
But so many are cocky, thinking the world is their oyster...but it is fleeting
and as fragile as anything