This came about while watching my son as we waited at the airport a couple days ago. My life is like this chocolate milk delight…
I know I’m not where you are Though you know I’d rather be Doesn’t matter that you’re far All that matters is you see I…
There, in the western sky, is a cloud Now it’s hiding the sun, now it shows it again; Up above is another and it’s crying…
The circle of humility is small And only those who cannot see it enter, For such an entry makes your humble fall It is a…
Lost prejudice, like a misshapen jigsaw puzzle piece that snaps in and imbues you with that wafting-petal sensation of sad, silent beauty.