The rule of three
Three is the number of holiness
Of wholeness
One plus one is two
And some say that two is magic
And perhaps it is
One plus one is roses and candle light and sunsets on beaches
But
When one plus one becomes three
Roses turn to baby's smiles and candle light turns to night lights and sunsets turn to sunrises after sleepless nights
A blazing fire turns to hot coals and wonder is no longer found in the fireworks
But in the quiet beauty of the everyday miracles around us
Some which inspire as much as the exasperate
Some who are as likely to make art with crayons as with **** from their diaper
The creation of three is messy and it is so ordinary as to seem mundane
But with the third comes the eyes to see beyond the mundane to see the ordinary miracles who, if you let them, will show you a glimpse of the face of God
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
The rule of three
Three is the number of holiness
Of wholeness
One plus one is two
And some say that two is magic
And perhaps it is
One plus one is roses and candle light and sunsets on beaches
But
When one plus one becomes three
Roses turn to baby's smiles and candle light turns to night lights and sunsets turn to sunrises after sleepless nights
A blazing fire turns to hot coals and wonder is no longer found in the fireworks
But in the quiet beauty of the everyday miracles around us
Some which inspire as much as the exasperate
Some who are as likely to make art with crayons as with **** from their diaper
The creation of three is messy and it is so ordinary as to seem mundane
But with the third comes the eyes to see beyond the mundane to see the ordinary miracles who, if you let them, will show you a glimpse of the face of God
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