Beloved child,
little
gentle one.
Your wisdom,
peppered
in silver gray,
shouts kindness
in soft whispers,
words learned
in humble
noble youth.
Beloved child,
little
gentle one.
Your wisdom,
peppered
in silver gray,
shouts kindness
in soft whispers,
words learned
in humble
noble youth.
You know that meme?The one declaringevery high schoolshould host a class called “Life”?I’m sure you’ve seen it.This class,per the meme, teacheshow to sew,change a tire,manage taxes,apply first aid,cook…Etcetera.Guess what?I acquired all those skillsin high school.That’s right.In high school!These skills were taught,not in a single class,but acrossFamily and Consumer Sciences,Auto Shop,Financial Literacy, Math,Health, Biology,Foods and Nutrition—diverse…
As Independence Day approaches, I’ve been thinking about the responsibilities that come with freedom.
Witching hours,just after night’s deep,demons, ghostssleep; moststill unaware. It’s then whenmy mind awakens,wanders through truth,what has been,what dreams could be. Four to six, A.M.,precious, peaceful time—creativitybursts; bestmoments mine.
Dear God, Help me resist—resist becoming an angry old man,an angry old man who sitswith other angry old men,over coffee cups and eggs,complaining about the state of the world today. Grumbling about this,griping about that,griping about anythingthat doesn’t fit the narrow lensof my own biased view. Help me remember—remember that empathy is strength,that kindness builds…
Stones thrownto shun, to shamethe sinner,speckled red,bridging the baybetween deathand rebirth.
I used to think