Sometimes I feel that my life is a series of trapeze swings. I’m either hanging onto a trapeze bar swinging along or, for a few moments, I’m hurtling across space in between bars. Most of the time I’m hanging on for dear life to my trapeze bar of the moment. It carries me along at […]
Give us, Lord, a bit o’ sun a bit o’ work and a bit o’ fun; give us all in the struggle and sputter our daily bread and a bit o’ butter; give us health, our keep to make, and a bit to spare for other’s sake; give us sense, for we’re some of us […]
What does it mean To not be heard? What does it mean To send your words, Which are really your soul, Into a blank, cold void? Will someone listen, And care? Will someone listen, And respond? Is there anyone there?