What happened with us? Well, I’m trying to flesh out the unspoken transgression. To somehow color the invisible oscillating wave-lengths to see what went wrong in our relationship. Trace the tire skids back from the collision. I need to unveil to you this great dichotomy I feel in my soul regarding our friendship. On [...]
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Reconciliation
Posted in Personal on December 12, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Tuesdays With Mortality
Posted in Personal on December 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Tuesday I went to the doctor and came away with a bad report . . . again. So, here I go . . . again, contemplating my mortality. It seems contradictory that one who consistently dwells on the eternal things of heaven thinks equally about dying. Perhaps it’s because I have stood a [...]
The Hand of God
Posted in Personal on November 14, 2008 | 2 Comments »
“Hand of God” This is a painting my son Zack did of his hand. It means more to me than everything in the Louvre. The hand is a universal metaphor with a load of applications to life. This hand symbolizes God as Creator of the Cosmos. ‘My hand stretched out the heavens ’ God created man. ‘Your hands [...]
The Orange
Posted in Personal on June 19, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Orange, they told us as children, rhymes with nothing But they were hiding the truth from us. Orange rhymes with sorrow My friend was in Room 206 at Harris HEB Dying She was ready, except for her will A paralegal was at her side Explaining papers through Madelon’s pain I said I would come back tomorrow [...]
Apple Time
Posted in Personal on November 15, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Almost every night I go into the game room, armed with a kitchen knife and with a mission in mind. Get the slightest bit of fruit into my sons’ diet. There I make slivers which I deftly deliver to them as they punch buttons on the game or the computer.
After All These Years
Posted in Personal on September 1, 2007 | 7 Comments »
All my grandparents died before I was born. For half a century I went without ever seeing a photograph of my maternal grandfather, Elias Jones Massey, my namesake. I never knew I was named after him until a few years ago. I only knew of him as Elias Massey, nothing of Jones. Therefore, I thought my lastname [...]
