Everyone now and again wonders about
those questions that have no ready
answers: first cause, God's existence,
what happens when the curtain goes
down and nothing stops it, not kissing,
not going to the mall, not the Super
"Wild roses," I said to them one morning.
"Do you have the answers? And if you do,
would you tell me?"
The roses laughed softly, "Forgive us,"
they said. "But as you can see, we are
just now entirely busy being roses."
Things take the time they take.
How many roads did St. Augustine follow
before he became St. Augustine?