Notes move over mists These speak quietly to me Passing through my heart My affinity for Ms. Keating’s music continues to grow. Overlaying my delight in music and technology, she speaks to a deep part of my soul. Advertisements
Loving our neighbors? From the seeds of our distrust Fear gains its power
Something to beware Rage’s deceptive power Corroding our souls The next in my exploration of rage.
Rage’s hopelessness It’s the mirror of despair Hope: the antidote Hope requires vision, and the belief that humanity can work together.
Fear births rage So easily exploited Instead, speak of hope Countering rage with rage isn’t creatuve, isn’t beautiful. We only become more divided, leaving more scorched earth, more broken. We must remember community has value, too.
In this age of rage Where invective flows freely Seek this voice of grace
I move with the wind Upon these steel wheels Over asphalt night I was able to ride this evening. Something I delight to do, though time has been challenging of late. The feeling of drifting over the road has long brought me tranquility and peace. A critical peace of my sanity while, as a young […]
And now dawn has come Sleep kept this hidden from me Until the birds called
Living with purpose With effectiveness and joy A life worth living
So many demands Assets pulled so many ways Success needs focus I’m exploring my options regarding blogging. I love this, but also feel compelled to focus. Come read more of my thoughts over on this post.