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.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
“The supreme act of courage is that of forgiving ourselves; that which I was not, but could have been; that which I would have done but did not do.
Can I find the fortitude to remember in truth, to understand, to submit, to forgive and to be free to move on in time?"
Monday, July 6, 2009
There she sat atop his shoulders, applauding, as shooting stars filled the night sky.
“Daddy?” He knew that the tone of that voice, and hoped she wasn’t going to ask a hard question. “Who hung the moon, Daddy?”
“God hung the moon, for you and me.” He wondered if she had questions about God again!
“Hmmm,” she hummed, and he knew something was stirring within his “sweet girl’s mind.” (Wait for it. :])
“Daddy, if you had hung the moon, the face would be looking at our house, right?”
“Of course sweetie,” and though he thought to add more, he stopped. (She’s only four.)
“Daddy, I want to hear ‘Goodnight Moon’; will you read it to me?”
‘Sure.” He got her down from his shoulders and watched her fly into the house. (One last adrenaline splurge!)
He took one last look at the moon and heard her voice in his mind: ‘Daddy…if you had hung the moon, the face would be looking at our house, right?’ Though he laughed a bit, he also choked back a tear. (Yes Sarah, and I would give you the keys to the place!)
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Words that play
Around in my head
They go away
But leave me truth
About how friends
Words in my heart
Caress the pain
I am a small part
Of what is needed
Or of what
Seeks to continue
When life is demanding
And I’ve no words
A mix of praise and song
I have no fear of walls
Just lots of questions