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January 1, 2018 | By | 5 Comments

What will be said, when they put you in the ground?
Will your life have had meaning, will it have been profound?
Will you have made a difference to those you leave behind?
Will your life have been more than a short span of time?

What will people read, when they walk by your grave?
Will your tombstone have anything worth reading to say?
Do you live your life now in light of your death?
Will what you do matter after your last breath?

The wise remember the day of their doom,
And ever live life in light of their tomb.

“It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting,
for this is the end of all the living, and the wise lay it to heart.”
Ecclesiastes 7:2


December 25, 2017 | By | Add a Comment

“It is better to give than to receive.”
Said a wise man long ago,
Yet they put that wise man to death,
For crimes he did not know.
Yet his wisdom lives on,
and perhaps more than that,
We remember him this time of year,
By giving gifts in format.

Gifts for him, and gifts for her,
Gifts for them, and for us, we prefer.

But let us take a moment, and remember his words,
For in them we may find a gift, more precious than pearls.
What if he knew what it is that we each most need,
He taught love and forgiveness, for even your enemy.
Do you desire this Christmas, riches, peace, and joy?
Take a moment, read his words, and listen to his voice.
If you find them strange, arcane, or simply wrong,
This last thought consider, before you move on:

Just as you cannot become bitter by forgiving,
No one has ever become poor by giving.

Merry Christmas


December 24, 2017 | By | 6 Comments

Happiness is found,
     not in comfort,
     not in pleasure,
     not in riches.
For all these I have had in bitter anguish.
     not in distraction,
     not in amusement,
     not in addiction.
For in constant busyness our hearts languish.
     not in security,
     not in possessions,
     not in position.
For all can fail without warning or whim.
     not in recognition,
     not in praise,
     not in adoration.
For fickle and feckless is the love of men.

Where then can we find the one thing for which we all long?
I am afraid the easy answers, though ubiquitous, are wrong.


December 11, 2016 | By | 6 Comments

Late, at night, conversations just ended. 

Alone, tired, time appears suspended. 

Browsing, on my phone, desiring more connection. 

Now, I feel it, all I want, is affection. 


December 10, 2016 | By | 6 Comments

So I have given some thought lately to sadness that can come from nowhere. Perhaps you know the feeling – life is going just fine, and all the sudden, with no apparent cause, you find yourself unhappy.

I tried to put some of my thoughts in a poem, which you can find below. It’s not a great poem, and it’s not finished, but I have found that if I wait to do something until it is perfect, or as good as it could be, or even as good as I want it to be – well – I wouldn’t get much done.

So here’s to some incomplete thoughts, in an incomplete poem, and my own contentment with it as it is ,and not as it could be:

​Have you ever felt sad, but didn’t know why?
Everything seems fine, except the melancholy underlying.
It is strange, this palpable dissonance,
Between a good fortune and discontentment.
Stranger still is our impotence,
To change our feelings despite our purest intendment.
What answer can I give to a heart so affected?
Perhaps, even in comfort, a heart’s deepest longings are neglected.