What Crosses My Mind

  • There’s a Song About It Too

    I think it’s the Counting Crows, well now I know it is, just being stylish, setting the tone, the moment when everything matters, inside the look of a photo.   I woke to this image in the morning, it represents something, a journey I suppose, where all eyes come together to find some peace, waking…

  • Lest We Forget, Again

    For we do that, oh so often, we do decide upon a beautiful sunset, perhaps the rising moon, a sweet snowfall, even the rain of a heated summer day, lets our mind return to the numbing nature of a human condition built upon, the product of denial.   But we cannot, simply look alive people,…

  • Three Kids Talking

    They were saying things like, too much information, to interfere would set me apart, there would be pushback, everyone of us knows it exists, what difference would it make, could it possibly be interpreted, wait that last one had to be a teacher, students don’t think about all those matters that matter, wait don’t be…

  • name and faces

    I walked into my classroom today, and the kids were being themselves, I was thinking about their welfare, wondering how many wondered themselves. When I glanced into their faces, I’d seen them already, splashed across the television screen hanging in the living room of everyone’s home. I wonder if it’s possible to tell each other…

  • I Looked In Their Hearts Today

    I didn’t tell them as much, you never can, well you might, I might occasionally want to shout, I want them to know I love them, we love them, there’s a lot of love when each one of them walks inside my classroom.   I wanted to reach them today, they couldn’t really feel the…

  • When A Child Believes

    A child is born into a quiet world Given a slap, a gasp begins their day, We listen with intent, a cry today Oh to hold child in hand, love we twirled.   We didn’t know about an adventure, One designed wholly in passage in rites, Sweet is innocence drawn beyond night lights Swift shadow…

  • Getting Older in Autumn

    I read somewhere today about recognizing positive energy, wonder came across my mind, am I, can they, do anyone I know, is there really a measure, or are we all simply kidding ourselves.   I would glance around the room during times like these, see all the different faces, are they feeling the same, maybe…

  • While Walking Home

    I was walking for miles where no one seemed to care, the snow was waist deep, a busy avenue with no passing cars. I remember seeming like this would be forever, knowing I had just tried finding some eternal reasoning, yet, still I was this human being, walking in snow, waist deep, wondering if anyone…

  • The Circle of Deceit

    I can’t listen anymore, I’m a citizen of this country, I believe in my freedom, the welfare of my neighbor the peace of mind of a stranger. I want to understand the peril that one family has overcome in order to help another find peace, find hope, find their own sense of freedom.   But…

  • Responsive Journey

    A quiet path, many minds have passed, yet inside remains alone like a ricocheting energy, a certainty in privacy, that which no one might alone experience beyond a silent beholden traveler.   Many nights, autumn mornings, spring into action while the world around might discover new purpose, a reasoning that while easily defined, still remains…