In the seconds prior to taking this picture in the Frederick, Maryland historic district, a cornucopia of thoughts ran through my mind. Those metaphors of baptism. The fear of swimming in – the uncertainty of our steps. Our desire to be cleansed of what would defile us and sweep us away in the proverbial currentContinue reading “Those Baptismal ruminations “
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Search to find…
Those ardent searchers…
That cruel illusion..
Under lock and key…
The path of conspiracy – an Epiphany
the conduit to freedom…
Where progress goes…
Of their own minds…
As the path beckons
That siren song…
The victorious – A poem for Brigg
For the powerful…
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