Poetry

I may speak in the tongues of men, even angels; but if I lack love, I have become merely blaring brass or a cymbal clanging.  1 Corinthians 13:1

Imagine

Imagine

In the stillness my imagination takes me away . . . to the ocean where I hear the calm assurance of the rhythmic waves gently breaking and feel the salty mist on my face.
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Imagine

Imagine

In the stillness my imagination takes me away . . . to the ocean where I hear the calm assurance of the rhythmic waves gently breaking and feel the salty mist on my face.
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Letting Go

Letting Go

When you were born, I welcomed you with a kiss on the forehead and a hug hello. We sang and read and talked and rhymed, “this little piggy” and a kiss on the toe. We played and giggled and tickled and laughed with a kiss on the tummy and a prrrrp.
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This web log is dedicated to my cousin, John, without whose technical expertise it would not exist and without whose encouragement I would not have thought I could share in this way.