photo: Christine Donnier-Valentin
Sit by the side of the road,
Leaning against the dreams
Of the days--
Of the years--
Now nobody stops for them.
Nobody treasures them.
They're still dreams--
As plump as ever,
As pink as ever.
My days are past; my plans are broken off,
the desires of my heart. --Job 17:11
When his breath departs, he returns to the earth;
on that very day his plans perish. --Psalm 146:4
But he who is noble plans noble things,
and on noble things he stands. --Isaiah 32:8
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