“Of brutality and love: Daughter” Fredo, The open palm squeeze of the cheek A smile for all ages from pristine lips In the great hold “Of brutality and love: lover” The first flake is always of ice Then fire, then lithium, then water, then life The submergence, the melting, the “Your fire is dim” H, I remember all those years ago when it seemed the fire would burn bright forever. I did not “Your fire is dim” H, Prayer is our connection to everything else. There is nothing bigger than it in terms of connecting or re-connecting “Your fire is dim” H, That is enough talk about flames that flutter. How do we fan them back into a flame? How do “Your fire is dim.” H, There is certainly no denying that everyone’s fire will go dim at some point. The winds are up and “Your fire is dim.” H, What do we do with this flickering flame of ours? How do we fan ourselves back into the mighty Reconnecting H, There is a certain romanticism built around rebellion. It is so ingrained in the fiber of our current being Reconnecting H, There are all sorts of obstacles in the way of living what we consider a worthy life. Chief among “Reconnecting.” H, It was great to reconnect yesterday. I could not help thinking of the many times in a life we « Previous 1 … 35 36 37 38 39 … 62 Next »
