The sale of souls to gain the whole world is completely voluntary and almost unanimous...but not quite.
The sale of souls to gain the whole world is completely voluntary and almost unanimous...but not quite.
A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.
Even while I protest the assembly-line production of our food, our songs, our language, and eventually our souls, I know that it was a rare home that baked good bread in the old days. Mother's cooking was with rare exceptions poor, that good unpasteurized milk touched only by flies and bits of manure crawled with bacteria, the healthy old-time life was riddled with aches, sudden death from unknown causes, and that sweet local speech I mourn was the child of illiteracy and ignorance. It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge in time, to protest against change, particularly change for the better.
In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories