stolen wrapping paper,

i am the grey beard, and the morning pains,and conversations with parking meters.i am the leaf that waited for a thousand years,(or so it seemed, if not longer) …now turning in the furious rage of passion,and tomorrow i will fall!i am a snowflake on the lips of time,the wheel steady in the worst of storms.i…

the other at her throat.they fired the volley,folded the flag….and buried her only son.she didnt know about politics,didnt know much about the war.she only knew what she believed,about right and wrong, , , ,about her country, and salvation.he’d been a good kid,all boy, found trouble pretty easy.but he listened to her,and he believed what she…

at my door….hungry stare, dirty clothes,nowhere to go…i let him in!i laid down God,and found the orphaned child,crying in the darkness,the darkness that swallows souls.i took the child in my arms,and whispered, ‘you are home’…i laid down God,traded my guns for hammer and nails…began building housesfor the lost and dispossessed…i laid down God,and quit thinking…

to live with arms outstretched,or to run and hide.to dare to bewhat you believe….or to hide in someone else’s shadow…..to walk to the edge,spread your wings and fly….or to cower in fear in the nest.to get your hands dirty,or to turn the other way….to fall down, and get up,or to lie there and quit.to give…

begins witha hammer and a saw,16 penny nails,the sun at your back,and a willing tree!wiping the dirtand the fear froma small child’s face,with bare hands,calloused and rough,tender as the petalsof the long rose openingin front of an empty house….picking up the stray doghit by a passing car,going too fast to stop,or to care….load him in…

our words were nails…would we be more carefulof the world we build?and what if every actionwere the action thatour entire lives werejudged on…would we be more careful?and what if we finally understoodthat everything we think, do, or say,feeds either our mouth or our heart…what would we change?and what if we really knewthat the person needing…