Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Friday, June 13, 2008


In summer I like to work in the yard;
Humidity makes my gardening so hard.
The weeds have to go and under duress;
I fight for the flowers between lots of rests.

Then early one morning I felt oh-so lively;
The weeding went well until I saw poison ivy.
My two-hour spree of cool morning work,
Had ruined my life, I felt like a jerk.

The weeds were all waving as I left the bed,
With two guys who carted me off, and I said:
“I’m coming back soon… don’t think that I’m done,
And I will be toting my ortho weed gun!”

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