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My Thought Process
As we become more “seasoned” it becomes apparent that physical appearance and ability decline; balance that with increased wisdom and compassion. Me
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Cruz de Ferro
Appearing out of the mist, like a wraith, an iron cross sits atop a monolith. Thrusting upwards through a mountain of stones, it points to the heavens, saying “come, lay your troubles at my feet.” And every stone or bauble or trinket, placed there by a weary traveler, holds a lifetime of burdens, willingly surrendered,… Read more
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New Day
The smells and sounds of morning overpower the other senses, telling stories of the coming day. The soft notes of a bell, around the neck of a grazing animal, proclaim to the rest of the herd “here I am, don’t stray too far.” Dogs wander the empty streets, hoping to find a morsel, a crumb,… Read more
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A Walk Through Time
Every town has a church, and every church has a bell. In the small towns and villages, as night falls, the people come alive. Couples stroll along the narrow streets, sometimes hand in hand; The occasional man or woman hurries along, as though fearing to be late for who knows what; children of all ages… Read more
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On Age: A Personal Struggle With Time
Lately, I’ve been experiencing the accelerated creep of old age. I’ve spent enough time getting older to realize that as we age, we slow down a bit, we ache a little more, we’re even less coordinated than usual. But all that seemed to come on gradually, enough so that it was almost undetectable on a… Read more
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Locked inside Can’t go out Forgotten what It’s all about Prison needs No bars of steel No hardened lock To make it real Must comply Until it mends Wonder when The madness ends
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