What Crosses My Mind

  • An Observation In Absence

    The other night I attended ‘Just Mercy’ at our local theater complex. It was a late showing, but still I was struck with wonder about the emptiness of the room. I was actually the only person in the theater, it was a rather surreal experience. Now I’ve been to shows with limited audience in the…

  • MLK Jr. – 50 Years Ago His Words Began

    I knew this man, well, my mother, she taught me to know this man.   i remember when he spoke, his voice was beautiful, a rhapsody of passionate words to speak to everyone.   A scared nation, completely aware of what really is hell, what was this man’s tell.   I remember my mother saying…

  • Father, Son, Child

    I have a father, a son, as did he, a man, like anyone, a heartbeat, a desire, a following he didn’t ever imagine, yet today, we celebrate him, this man, this iconic symbol of peace, whom certainly lived the same life, we have all, being human, it is difficult not to imagine, hardship of any…

  • 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…

  • A Little Billie Holiday for Him

    I thought I might listen to a little Billie tonight, his memory is fresh in my mind. I ‘d like to think he did a little swing in time, her words, her melody, a smile. This is a good man we honor today in dreams a mover with a heart of humble pie. if Billy…

  • He Did Speak To Me

    I was a child, eight years old with a mind, I knew the political storm through the eyes of my siblings, remind me again where values form. At home, the weather inside seems mellow we all want the same things yet there’s a society out there lays below a currency of evil minglings. When just…

  • Freedom Being Today

    When I awoke to the sounds of thunder, I was a babe in arms, swaddled under the care of loving parents, family, those that would help determine life to me. Then four when freedom died in disarray, did shred lives leaving tears for JFK. To me that day, Vietnam was way far out, why it was, what these…

  • Racism, Hate, Evil, Bigot … Reality

    I want to wrap my head around the pain, because that is where we belong, we cannot forget the horrific loss, the tragedy of humanity at its finest, buried within the wild constraints of evil. Where does it lie, just waiting? I know myself when I walk into a room, a certain baggage wrapped underneath…

  • When I Was a Child in ’68

    I remember my mother’s tears, In 1963 bullets flew, JFK became a national figure who when his son saluted the world, my mother held onto me, in the den, our family room, I was a four year old boy ~ I didn’t know that the President died and an entire nation cried.. ~ A couple…

  • I Protest

    I walk into the fray, to suggest, I disagree with the status quo. There it begins, our ability to change, We do need only the challenge to create the fear of reprisal. Yet everywhere we look in the books, the words, the platforms, wherever we land always seems to encourage, the ability to change, I…