\”I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use.\”
Daily Archives April 4, 2015
I laughed \’til I cried
with no one to hold me
and calm me
My anger burned
a hole in my soul
the sound of my tears
My sobs rendered me helpless
as I burrowed down to that
deep place inside of me
where raw emotions hide
I cried for the hurt,
the pain and the fear
and a childhood lost
I cried for dignity undone
and innocence long forgotten
I cried for the questioning silences
and the doubt filled eyes
I cried because I felt so forsaken
the loneliness nesting
deep in my heart
I cried so loud yet
I was not heard
The kind of crying
that makes others uncomfortable
because the pain is
all too obvious
yet crying seemed a
way to voice such
With only bloodshot eyes
and a tear stained face
to show that moments
before my body racked
It was an unusually cold day for the month of May. Spring had arrived and everything was alive with color. But a cold front from the north had brought winter\’s chill back to Indiana. I sat with two friends in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town squire. The food and the company were both especially good that day.
As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be caring all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read \”I\’ll work for food.\” My heart sank. I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him.
Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief...
A ten year old public school boy was finding fifth grade math to be the challenge of his life. Science? A piece of cake. Geography? No big deal. Spelling? Ha! Give me a break…but MATH? It was devastating! To not only him, but his mom and dad, too! And not that they weren\’t doing everything and anything to help their son…Private tutors, peer assistance, CD-ROMS, Textbooks, even HYPNOSIS! Nothing worked.
Finally, at the insistence of a family friend, they decided to enroll their son in a private school. Not just ANY private school, but a Catholic school. Nuns. Daily mass. The whole shootin\’ match. Well, the first day of school finally arrived, and dressed in his salt-and-pepper cords and white wool dress shirt and blue cardigan sweater, the youngster ventured out into the great unknown...
I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight. I have responsibilities to fulfill today. I am important. My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.
Today I can feel sad that I don\’t have more money or I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.
Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.
Today I can lament over all that my parents didn\’t give me when I was growing up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.
Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.
Today I can mourn my lack of...