As we get older, it all goes back to that, our perception of ourselves, recognizing our imperfections and then wondering how our children or child will deal with the humanness of what we are... A lovely poem...I've published one book of poetry and am in the process of slowly putting together my second. It sure does take time though...
The gift of unburdening another's pain, to include your own while you're at it, a rare blessing.
Thank you.
As we get older, it all goes back to that, our perception of ourselves, recognizing our imperfections and then wondering how our children or child will deal with the humanness of what we are... A lovely poem...I've published one book of poetry and am in the process of slowly putting together my second. It sure does take time though...
I too am putting together a new poetry book.
Well, I have most of your books so I’ll have to buy it!!
Word sleuth you are. You express what no one else does. And being a male - breath taking
Thank you, Rita.
Great poem
Thank you, Howard.
Oh my. Profoundly beautiful. There can be such strength in vulnerability. This one's going on the fridge!
Thank you, David.
I wrote a letter, read late, not understanding my dad.
Thank you, Donna.
Sherman. Your gift is extraordinary, thank you for sharing it.
This is goddamned divine.
Thank you.
I know! I should. You write so well about your father/parents. It’s inspiring.
How can anyone enter that hell and then try to make sense of life. They looked through different eyes than the rest of us.
Some recovered enough to find purpose but it took them quite awhile. But by that time they’d terrified their sons.
True. True.
Proxy is as close as we get sometimes.
That is true.
How peacegiving, the idea that we can repent even if not to our flesh and blood victims.
I wonder how many theologies contain this ceremony.
Glad you’re feeling better!!!
Beautiful and brilliant. Thank you for leading me to the alter.
Thank you, Becky.
It is the good who ask for forgiveness. Those who are rooted in evil deny their need. We are careening toward destruction on the wings of this denial.
Thank you, Sherman. You tough our souls.
Thank you, Kate. Yes, the oxymoron of "wings of this denial."
beautiful.
Thank you.