Works in Progress

Worshiping A Rose

"...had we not worshipfully beheld the sunset, the sea, or a flower? Who of us had not loved something or somebody? We're not these things the tissue out of which our lives were constructed? Did not these feelings after all, determine the course of our existence?

It was impossible to say we had no capacity for faith, or love, or worship. In one form or another, we had been living by faith and little else." ~ Bill W.