I sometimes wish I was a cynic
and saw nothing in the sunsets,
that miracles hid themselves
underneath trash on the streets,
that in this world of illusion
I had fully misplaced my wonder
at my Father’s sleight of hand.
By Heidi Turner
I sometimes wish I was a cynic
and saw nothing in the sunsets,
that miracles hid themselves
underneath trash on the streets,
that in this world of illusion
I had fully misplaced my wonder
at my Father’s sleight of hand.
By Heidi Turner