pour into my spirit a sustenance
of purity and goodness of soul.
in parched deserts far ~
they bow their heads…
soldiers ever thankful ~
that they are fed.
color and creed ~
are absent there…
as brethern now ~
they kindly share.
Abulent sunshine pierced the soot covered glass…
The feeble man wandered by in this ritual morning pass.
Pausing but a single moment, juvenescene filled his face…
Instantly transported through both time and space.
…surreal synapses…
…of a melancholy drone…
…a dream…
…per chance…
…she dared not be alone…
Torn asunder from her slumber
In the hour of half past three…
The child knew the tyrannical regime
And followed instinctively.
I don’t intend to be sacrilegious: My daddy died many years ago, when I was barely 12.
Losing my daddy, who adored me, was the shaping event of my life. It made me who I am today. It made me who I was in all the intervening years between his death and now.
Daddy was bigger than life, a Texas farm boy who became a stellar preacher, and the hole his departure left was deafening and cold, swallowing me like the Grand [...]
