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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That vantage point.
“… We have much to fear…”
Echoes in the Museum
I am the son of those…
As the path beckons
That siren song…
Ruminations on being free…
Learning to float is…
Staring eye to eye with my ancestors
Find our children…
Earning the right to fail.
“… sometimes we fail to …”
