Take Your Role in History's Great Play
A Fable True (a poem)
"I will kiss you!"
cried a little bird to the Sun up above
Her little heart light with love
"Come," laughed the Sun,
"and we shall be wed!"
But, though she flapped,
Sky would not bear her
Her wings grew so heavy!
Soon down to the mud sank she
"I am too weak to fly up so high,"
the muddy bird cried,
and how deeply she did sigh
Sun beamed and laughed,
"Then I will come down!"
And He did.
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About the Author
John Rieping grew up in a small agricultural town inside the big state of California with the delusion that he’d publish his first fantasy novel by age 30. To avoid being a starving writer in the meanwhile, he studied communications at Drake University in Iowa - not realizing journalists go hungry too. Between newspaper jobs, he graduated in philosophy from Mt. Angel Seminary in Oregon and spent four and a half years at the Benedictine monastery of Mount Angel Abbey discerning his vocation. God’s providence led him back to his hometown and eventually to his incredible wife. He is now better fed. They worship at St. Joachim Church in Central California. Contact him at his website, wambly.weebly.com, or via Twitter at twitter.com/wambl
