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  • I Cry, Sometimes

    Sharing a story, recalling a significant rite of passage in my childhood, Not one I chose I might be so reminded.   One day, her glance a twelve year old mind, frightened by tragedy, submission to God’s plan, a confusion, yet her eyes, would tell me a story.   I then and forever touched would…

  • It Is A Beautiful Day

    How so do the moods define our day, we wake to a sunlit morning to defy the odds, or perhaps we settle in selective pods stepped away we did from society’s way.   A certain lovely attraction is contained in smile circus acts and normalcy all find sweet balance, life becomes less of form, tossed…

  • When Healthy Battles an Excuse

    While it is surely our own decision to find the cure for the ailing sentiment, it is certainly our own decisive nature, can find neutrality in forgiveness.   Might we choose to be forsaken, mistake ridden, guilt driven, … shame … while the rest of the world motors on.   I once watched as my…

  • When Time Suggests Pause

    Ready I was all indicators explained a motive a rocky shelf, crags of decay, unstable to the touch, delightful in its visual splendor. This is a place we all know, a safe higher ground where time begins with a pause, a reflection in that pool of despair. When all the moments come together, a flash…

  • When Just A Child

    I could laugh and scream all day, play in the soil and mock the world, there wasn’t a chance of being hurt I was simply a boy with a magic heart. I remember chuckling out loud, at a sibling playing a trick on me, I recall thinking that was allowed for as a child no…

  • When Just A Child

    I could dream, look out over an open landscape, let my mind travel to somewhere, I couldn’t see, but I felt it, deep in my bones, I’d look to the sky, hope it might be there, appear, always returning eventually, when my name I might hear, a song on the radio, would always bring me…

  • 8 Years

    Eight years ago, I stood by your side, listening to your story, wondering how life could become such a travesty of pain and confusion. I felt fortunate to not struggle your loss, that loss of confidence, that departure of reasoning, the ability to throw your life away without a second’s thought, all for the mantra…

  • When the Stride has Balance

    Cylinders sparkle in the quiet night crisp and firm, desires abound that’s when it feels right, the energy scolds a retreat suggests only travel forward. Feel the hum of motion when in all our lives for the moment, this quiet day in time, we do take life in stride.

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