I Write Again of Poetry

  So long away I’ve slept Another day, unwilling Setting into motion, No springtime bud Oh thing unwound as From clocks chimming In churches, bells of steples Brought down to avoid Fire into sanctuaries built Below poetry, scripture Psalms, unwritten from King David, unto another King Condemned for nothing But to preach, heal, wonderment EternalContinue reading “I Write Again of Poetry”

Dad will actually be 88, and I love him!

My dad is afraid of pain, and he calls for reassurances that death will not hurt, and I do not think it will hurt, the actual death. I think people associate death with problems leading up to death. I can understand not wanting to hurt, and especially not hurting drastically because It’s been my experienceContinue reading “Dad will actually be 88, and I love him!”