Spires that once stood proudly, protruding from the the city
landscape, like beacons of hope in a time when we struggled to
negotiate our identities, are now dwarfed by our new beacons of
prosperity. But as I look up, and these buildings shout "FOR LEASE",
I do not quite identify.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
My city - Part 1 (A)
As I look over our great city, I look upon a field of glassy gray,
like an aged piece of parchment, holding within it a mixed history of
ourselves. A history told through the stories of those who built her,
like cells in an organism, waiting to speak... to me.
like an aged piece of parchment, holding within it a mixed history of
ourselves. A history told through the stories of those who built her,
like cells in an organism, waiting to speak... to me.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Why we need more pencils. (A)
Something really interesting happened the other day. It was one of
those endearing moments that years later you struggle to recall, but
are helped along with the use of a well-written account. I was away
from my laptop, no pencil in sight. Now I can't remember it at all.
those endearing moments that years later you struggle to recall, but
are helped along with the use of a well-written account. I was away
from my laptop, no pencil in sight. Now I can't remember it at all.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Are you so independent? (A)
Do you think you can survive out there by yourself? Do you think you can make it on your own? If we are so intent on being independent, then why do we reach out to practical strangers, just to let them know what we're having for dinner tonight on facebook?
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Thoughts on Today (A)
The time has come for each of us to stand up and be counted, be
counted amongst those who want to make change, permanent change,
uniting change. The time has come for us to realize that humanity is
not made great by a precious few, but by an empowered many.
counted amongst those who want to make change, permanent change,
uniting change. The time has come for us to realize that humanity is
not made great by a precious few, but by an empowered many.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Poem 1 (P)
Kiss tender touch unlike no other
Love sweet love forever
Future hold on heart and living life
Spirited and free
Intentional joy and thoughtfulness
Guiding light who impresses in Me
Believing
Because it is You
Who sees like no other
Speaks like no other
And loves Me like You do
Love sweet love forever
Future hold on heart and living life
Spirited and free
Intentional joy and thoughtfulness
Guiding light who impresses in Me
Believing
Because it is You
Who sees like no other
Speaks like no other
And loves Me like You do
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Some lessons need to be understood as well as learned (A)
As he walked up to the counter the attendant asked, "Scared of life
or scared of living?" He paused. "I... I'm not sure." "Second door on
the right then." As he walked through, the bright light engulfed him,
and he awoke to the sound of a heart monitor. "Not again!"
or scared of living?" He paused. "I... I'm not sure." "Second door on
the right then." As he walked through, the bright light engulfed him,
and he awoke to the sound of a heart monitor. "Not again!"
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