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.
Monday, August 17, 2009
There’s a tree with secret nook Near the river where we fished He would bait my every hook As I played about and wished That someday I’d know the song He would sing to everything That would let me play along In the early part of spring