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  • What Really Means Love Today

    Lately the news has been grim. We seem to be riding on this roller coaster of misinformation that draws our compassion in far too many directions. It really appears that on any given day we could lose sight of what is really important to us, based upon where we see our world headed. At least…

  • A Little Boy

    when I was a little boy I had no idea the man I would become; inside all of this anxiety remains that little boy screaming sometimes to not recall the day innocence gave its departure notice to his only grasp upon sweet reality   when I was a little boy I understood universal love

  • A Christmas Message

    We are approaching that ultimate day of family and love and Grace, with all of its beauty, delight, misconception and forgiveness, and I am reminded of where my values first evolved. Going through some papers in my den I came across a picture of my grandmother, we called her ‘Granny’ and I was immediately flooded…

  • Be A Racist, It’s Ok, It’s 2017

    I walked into a nightmare today, names were dropped, words were tossed, I couldn’t get past an, an, an, an, omission of a hopeful anomaly, that turned awful, horrific, debatably ludicrous, seemed we were all so frivolous, funny, fanatics. Seemed we were all lost in the comfort of our WHITE PRIVILEGE! White privilege regarded itself,…

  • While Sitting Alone

    The picture window, my guide to the world around me, could be a rainy day, I watch the slick survival of a city, might now sunshine cast shadows, while domesticated bird houses offer a gallery, for my child-like eyes, to always wonder why.   Soft fabric of the green sitting chair, matched the other nearby,…

  • We Are Here, Again

    When I was a child, I remember well, the gathering of family, all indeed similar. In the early morning anticipation, a spell of wonder, love, then all arrived from afar. Conversations were readily heard inside the walls of a gathering of similar soul. The children played a sweet naive pride, allowed adults to know love,…

  • The Sitting Hours

    I always looked forward to the late hours, the night flying by with dialogue and absurdities, everything we could say we believed, and more importantly, we loved, We did delight in knowing we could look in each other’s eyes, well into the twilight, all of us, whoever might have chosen the time, or simply allowed…

  • I Traveled Back in Time

    It felt good to say hello to all of them, The flowers were in crisp spring bloom, The fields swayed with more romance than I recall, I remember the gravel road, The swing rope, and the river pool, just for you, There was a single cow liked to moo.   Last night I visited my…

  • When I Dance

    When the world is right, eyes look upon skies with a certain freedom, a plan to gather wise.   When the world is right, I haven’t a need to plan beyond the safety of you, believing that you can.   When the world is right, the pleasure of purity in the soul, in the mind…

  • When Reality Speaks

    While we stood in line, the visions we imagine, continue on their way, uninterrupted, cold to the touch in manner of sensitive good. ~ Shelter the soul of the hurt and desperate ideal in the order of humanity’s mortality we could find distraction to be our nemesis. ~ Witness the truth of the vulnerable soulful…

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