"... Being still ..."
Downpours – A prayer for Sunday
"... Being still ..."
But what of the hostages?
"the ubiquity of ignorance..."
Hope deferred
"as tokens..."
The transitioning
I heard, my heart sank. A tear formed. I sighed deeply. I never met you, but my heart said otherwise in lieu of your residence inside. I could not disguise the selfishness, my human nature of mourning your passing instead of celebrating your transition to a higher administration. You haven't left You've merely progressed from …
Friends… How many of us have them?
What are friends. If they don’t inspire you? If they don’t reflect back what was freely given Without an expectation of a ROI. Friends are always there, their presence not predicated on when they need something, as they callously sling The painful darts of… Let me, gimme, I need, can you? As these words Cut …
