As there are silent longings
From those moments lost
From those needs unmet
Which determine
More then we know

Take a chance
Listen
To the whisper
Write
Whatever wants to be shared

We need that connection in our lives
To remind us of our own greatness
By shining a light on where we have been
What we have accomplished
And the boundless possibilities that lay ahead

What she wanted to share with me
Was her story, who she is
Her deepest desires
Her darkest secrets and more

Ever dream
About having something
And when you get it
You’re gravely disappointed
Meet… Candyman

I love the way you write
Is that poetry
No it’s dyslexia
It is how I have learned
To just get by… Until…

What does your spirit crave
Are you willing to listen
Are you willing to feel
Are you willing to see
A deeper truth found between you and me

This morning
Is going down in history
As one of my most favorite
Mornings
EVER

I held him
As if cradling a child
Pressing my body against his back
My hand atop his chest
Noticing every breath he took

My neighbor died today
In his home
Surrounded by family
Maybe
I don’t know