Fortress of Beans

You may not understand it, I certainly don't sometimes. You may not give a flute. But I do. You may feel your time abused. And I like time. But if I just stop for a second and back out of my corner of cheerios on the floor, there's something else there. Stark as day. Though brushed under the weight of all those barrels and your own hand on the door.

God answered my prayers. Simple as that.

I see it.       I see it and I can't help but be thankful.