Single Touch
In the candlelight lays destiny
In the moment there is a mountain of truth
Wanting…needing…knowing
Reaching out for an answer to the call
In the candlelight lays destiny
In the moment there is a mountain of truth
Wanting…needing…knowing
Reaching out for an answer to the call
I could not look down for fear of seeing where I was heading. I could not look up because, well, “up” had rejected me. All I knew was at this moment I was married to this piece of glass, and if that glass wouldn’t accept me all I could do is try to accept it and hang on for fear of falling into the abyss.
I am unsure and like a child again searching for her arms, her breast, her soothing voice. The tears I cry are hidden by the salty remains of the wave I let loose on the world, but they are there. Sometimes best cried in solitude, other times best hidden from even the parts of me that want to let them flow.
A man walked into church one day. He looked haggard, tired, unkempt and his clothes were unwashed and wrinkled as if he had slept in them for days. He could not help but notice the stares of the congregation as he moved to a pew near the back of the building.
One must wonder what action would be taken if a parent gave their child a glass of water spiked with sodium phosphates, sodium aluminum phosphate, and tertiary butylhydroquinone. Who would intervene? By the looks at the drive through line at a local fast food restaurant, not many.
Sometimes 4 year olds have all the intelligence a human being needs to have!
Don’t like how the Universe is treating you? Perhaps you are simply asking the right questions in the wrong way!
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