Father and son.
in slow motion inhalation and real presence
It is time to let it go.
Now go and rest, the light is sinking low, And tired eyes deserve a little peace; The running day has ended, soft and slow, It’s time to bid your straggling worries cease. Yes, rest: surrounded by the ones you love, Sink down, and let the weight slip off your mind; It’s time to raise your … Continue reading "The Light Is Sinking Low"
A resolution... of a sort...
Ere you find peace - control.
It was because of a place like this From the slums my mom escaped; And ’cause I hid in a place like this My early teens were shaped ‘Twas from stories hidden in shelves like these That my heart found it’s release: Libraries may soon be a thing of the past But to me, they always will be… peace