Perspective blurred By the thousand words Of well-meaning cooks... To burn the food.
Short Poem: Perspective
Enough: The Lie of Insecurity
Today I have been thinking about insecurities. We all have them in some form...we aren't tall enough, or short enough, or rich enough, or successful enough...our nose is a weird shape, or our left pinky has this slight bend in the middle that makes it look like it is broken....This is the natural ebb and... Continue Reading →
On Trees and Poetry
Fall is beautiful. Just exquisite. There are crimson trees just outside the front door that are the stuff of Robert Frost. I've been trying to take pictures of these trees for three days. I can't. It started Monday afternoon. On a walk through the parking lot, I was struck by their beauty. I came inside... Continue Reading →
Journeys
My life is full of journeys. This one is almost over. Today in the wake of Thanksgiving week, I am thinking about journeys. The paths that wind and twist this way and that. The thing about journeys is that they are always temporary. I've been reading this book called, Through the Painted Deserts, by one... Continue Reading →
The Spiderweb
There is an elaborate web that lives between you and me. It's a tangled weave, a sticky mess, deftly spun of suspicion, mistrust and paranoia. A stranger's due harvest, no doubt. Yet it still catches my gentle words. Stuck in its grip, the web spins them this way and that. It doesn't stop, until my... Continue Reading →
The End of Compassion
This is how I feel about Paris, and the plight of Syrian refugees. I have no tears left.
I recently attended a church service where a missionary couple to Africa spoke. As they talked about the plight of the people, the poverty, the need, the disease….I found myself throwing up walls. Not that I didn’t believe them. I am sure the need is unbearably great. I am sure that the poverty is real. I am sure the desperation is real.
But, our hearts can only break for others so many times. There are millions of terrible stories in the world. The poor, the downtrodden, the hopeless…From teenage girls kidnapped and forced into prostitution, to every neglected and abused child, and the desperate poor all over the world. I can’t take on the emotional burden of sadness around the world.
I can weep for every child beaten and denied food by cruel parents. I can weep for the poverty stricken Thai girl who dreamed of a better life when…
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