…soul is the delicate yet durable cloth woven …
A month, a day, an hour,
A minute, a moment, a nanosecond –
It surges forth, this nothing from nowhere,
Dissolving the framework of all familiarity.
From its null greatness, it spirals downward
Collecting in complexity the tiniest point, barely seen…
Without disappearing, it lights in the distance,
Beaconing in brightness – a yearning of closeness!…
Like many, hopefully, I spent this past Easter Sunday with family and friends, celebrating with laughter (and some tears) our lives, the lives of loved ones and story-telling about past events. The “newness” of Easter draped across the new spring’s landscape always has the possibility to give fresh hope and enthusiasm to perhaps worn perspectives and patterns. …
“Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad” is a quote that has been attributed to Euripides, Seneca, as well as Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, with some nuancing in each version. The image is searing by all accounts. There is the theme of destruction by gods and the implication that the destruction is accomplished primarily by driving those destroyed into madness. …
I have vivid memories as a child of our family boating excursions on the Amite River. Water-skiing was one of our favorite outings during the Spring and Summer months, and into the fall and winter given Louisiana’s climate. After learning how to get up on two water skis, I distinctly remember my Mom telling me that I could not get back into the boat until I learned to get up on one ski. …
Dare try walking without life;
Foolish steps in eternal stride,
Lying on a a bed of stars…
Waking now in clashing light!
Kicked out of space and time
Pulverized in custom care;
Cooling earth takes in breath
As Eve and Adam sew in “sin.”…