Sometimes when I think of life I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore.
Everything was God holy; as God is total so the driftwood branch was holy. This must be the stuff religion is made of.
Like driftwood spares which meet and pass Upon the boundless ocean-plain So on the sea of life alas! Man nears man meets and leaves again.
Nice creepy reptile " Frank said very aware of the driftwood in his coat pocket. "Nice poisonous fire-breathing reptile.