From the Lips & Voices of Babes, the Young, those Older, Who Long to be Touched by Listening Ears & to Touch Others by Being Heard
Understanding Will Come Unto You All your Life & You will be Blessed, a Shining Pearl among Those around You, & Your Hands will be Filled with More and More Good for Those with You & for Those to Come after You, Forever.

Understanding Will Come Unto You All your Life & You will be Blessed, a Shining Pearl among Those around You, & Your Hands will be Filled with More and More Good for Those with You & for Those to Come after You, Forever.

Apr 30, 2023 | ,

Understanding Will Come unto You All your Life The mind and thoughts of a young person are wondrous and complex, and rarely shared in full.  There are so many things to gaze upon, consider, and understand – though understanding is a far-off thing, always still just out of reach for most of...

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Behold the Little Boy with the Blue Chalk in His Hand with His Unpretentious Semi-Dirty Face – A Musing on Art

Behold the Little Boy with the Blue Chalk in His Hand with His Unpretentious Semi-Dirty Face – A Musing on Art

Apr 9, 2023 | ,

Behold the Little Boy with the Blue Chalk in His Hand with His Unpretentious Semi-Dirty Face Behold the little boy with the blue chalk in his hand.  I know this boy, clever, perhaps precocious, but still a little boy in spirit and behavior, but with depth.  He is at a park.  He...

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The Poems that are Written on Hotel Pads – Hyatt Regency, O’Hare – Chicago

The Poems that are Written on Hotel Pads – Hyatt Regency, O’Hare – Chicago

Mar 13, 2022 | ,

Probably Originally Written On a Business Trip in the mid-1990s. The Poems that are Written on Hotel Pads The poems that are written on hotel pads, Or other scraps of paper, Those that are written from a heart driven to words Are those at times written in pain - As an open heart scarred with a...

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An Image From The 2016 Election

An Image From The 2016 Election

Sep 20, 2020 | , ,

An Image from the 2016 Election – November 2016 A man described to me how his son, the day after the election, told him that a friend, a boy in his 5th grade class, was crying at school.  The father knew this friend and knew why he was crying.  His son’s friend was Muslim. Smiling...

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