a deep personal story
They came to call him a ‘devil’. His only crime was in broadcasting an anonymous message of Hope, to a mostly unattentive globe. The few who heard were given the Strength and Courage to Survive, somehow, in the Comfort that They Were Not Alone, asking only, “Will You, Please Not Forget?” That the Sun Rises, and Light Shines to Warm His Face, Proves to me that He is Better Known as ‘a Miracle’.
Voting, Here and Now, is just CHANGING THE FACE OF TYRANNY. Unfortunately, I am not even omitting my Money where my Words are….
Chasing the Illusion of the Past- Malleable Memories of Greatness. Holding it in Your Hand as it Slips Away in the Soap and Water, Dripping Down the Drain. Stunned. Gone. Disoriented and Dried on a Wash Cloth. Fleeting, All a Grand Delusion.
Even a wooden ship, trapped in an Arctic ice sheet, still slowly floats to an unknown destination. BUT, time spent in this creeping drift gives the Captain an opportunity to plot his location AND THAT is something to stay POSITIVE. Even when the craft cracks and leaks gives us all (our crew) the FOCUS to plug the holes from ice water. BETTER THAN BOREDOM, INDEED! All this is the likeness of humanity’s current situation. We will live to struggle -staying busy in […]
The virus has not damaged humanity to an extreme. At least, we are not gnawing on each other’s flesh and bone marrow for nutrients. We are not so hungry as to eat each other, (YET!)