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Croesus, My Country
Croesus, My Country Croesus stumbled and laid back a war torn skin for public autopsy. With bruises bested by emotional welts too deep to be visible, he wept. In the eye of the cyclone, the earth’s erratic heartbeat was his heart; the blood drenching the soil was his blood and the screams of the mothers…
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The Good Night. . . .
The Good Night I ask you to take the good night and follow your heart. Wherever it takes you, follow it, for it will not lead you astray. Cancel all thoughts of destinations conceived in mind. They do not exist for you. But follow the leanings of your heart in flight and take the good…
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The Need To Lean. . . .
The words hang in mid air never to be forgotten as the voice that smugly said, what’s so great about babies? Anyone can have a baby! And try telling that to the couple who have already spent thousands upon thousands of dollars just trying to do that. Have a baby. Would it come as a…
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To Break The Fast. . . .
It is a protection given us I think, that however our minds work, we assume we are like everyone else, or they like us. I am not sure when I began to realize that differences abound, but still I have difficulty when I am approached or when in frustration someone shouts, I don’t know…
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Who Will Teach The Children?. . . .
With the hostile assault on the gay community and the families and people who love them this past week, with the events on our national scene which should bring us all to shame, and our consciences to alert, I think we are past all time when excuses and alibis ask for forgiveness. It is time…
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Not Only One Way, but Many Ways. . . .
I am not certain when I started to think in an organized way that something would be demanded of me by these sons of ours and I could not be found inadequate. So even though I had been a serious reader of books, a change in habits arose and I began my Independent Study Program. …
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If We Had. . .and Truth Be Known. . .
I had a heart friend of many years who cautioned me about the two letter word, if. You inject that word into your thinking she said and you change the entire history. Spare yourself that heartache, she cautioned. Spare yourself. Many times one wonders had another road been taken what would the results of…
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Drudging To Beautiful. . . .
Drudging To Beautiful. . . They say it is poetic illusion I take and I say it is poetic license to which I am entitled. . . Yet encountered will always be words that have little connection to what really is. . . For instance, how to compare the daily tasks to some noble effort…
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Apology. . .
Apology She says. . . I don’t know why but it seems that I should apologize. . . He says. . . Why do you say that? What need makes you want to apologize and to whom? She says. . . to all humanity for what has befallen. . . And He says. . .…
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Requiring A New World. . . .
Requiring A New World. . . Toys and distraction impinge on the infant mind and the way becomes muddied. My thoughts have traveled the distance and as all thoughts do, seeded the worlds with my infant meanderings. I see the chisels working within the worlds sculpting, the breaking of rock, the scraping of stone. It…