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Monthly Archives: July 2018
Origins
An Ancestry.com DNA test tells me that these are my origins: Ireland/Scotland/Wales, Europe East, Europe West, Iberian Peninsula, Europe South, European Jewish, Great Britain, Native American, Scandinavia, Finland/Northwest Russia but the only thing that connects me to my ancestors is … Continue reading
The Wind
The wind is always whispering the truth through the rustling of the leaves on the trees and as the breeze kisses the tall grass and wildflowers in the meadow and we all hear it but we’re too afraid to listen … Continue reading
Birds
The other day, I sat in silence watching the birds play and listening to them sing and each time one would leave it would bring a few more as it returned and I thought it was a bird party until … Continue reading
Dots
The dots left unconnected won’t reveal the true cost we can’t comprehend the scale of what we have lost
Coins
Bullets fly from soldiers who are taking shots but what about the people putting coins in slots?
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God
God is all around us but it has no name it is everything and nothing and we are one and the same
Famine
The harvest rots in fertile fields as famine spreads but speculators have no time to mourn the dead
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Old Tree
There was a very old tree as tall as the heavens, it seemed with roots reaching down into the depths of the earth the old tree had grown strong since birth and stood tall through the centuries surviving storm after … Continue reading
Quick Sand
We have mortar and we have brick but the foundation is sand and we’re sinking quick and no amount of thinking can fix the foundation and we need far more than a renovation
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