This child limping Long for Jesus’s power To heal with a touch Advertisements
A morning journey Off to the nearby island With people I love Spent the morning over in Whidbey Island watching a cross country regional competition. I’ve known many of these kids their whole lives, so there a certain poignancy.
My phone buzzes A beautiful woman Who I remember In diapers I feel joy At the blessing Of my simple Witness
Light and colors dance Within the digital mind Silicon children
Today I wonder As I consider AI And our species’ drives; Is our long-term legacy Organic or digital?
Look at these children So tall, kind and wonderful I’m filled with rich pride
Pained eyes of children Poverty is violent Cycles of despair The folks over at Edge of Humanity shared this post: “Faces Of Cazuca – The Illusive Peace For The Children Living In Extreme Poverty After Colombia’s War“. I’m struck by the cycle of despair, of violence, victimization and rage. I wonder if we can ever […]
This sound Laughing children Always a delightful way To awaken
Awakened by Voices of early risers Small children With big voices So much Personality They occupy Far more space Than their bodies Would belie Please give this poem a “like”, and share it on you favorite social media.
Nothing is sadder Than a child’s funeral Winter’s emptiness It’s been several months since we buried my friend’s son. It was a wretched, painful day. I never want to feel that way again. Sadly, the odds are against me.