Commentary
When I first got married my mother in law was standing in my kitchen while I was making our spaghetti dinner.
With most leaves fallen, the cold sun of November floods the woodlands with light. It shines through the bare branches, reaching clear to the forest floor where, for the past six months, the sun had struck in dappled rays alone.
For all we have
Not all we think we need
For all the mountains
Broad valleys, deepest seas
For all our dreams
Our hopes
The friendships that we gain
For all our loss
Our heartache
All our pain
For all the love
That blesses us with peace
We pray for strength
Sustain us as we seek
To praise this force
That graces us in need
And pray for peace
In every word and deed
— Steve EwingListen
I demand that you listen
my words will find you because you need to hear them
today a friend of mine was shot through the heart.
today a friend of mine passed over much too soon
My friend had four paws
his fur was silver and gray with dapples of black and streaks of
tawny caramel
one eye blue and one eye gold his gaze was gentle and filled with
light
Yes
Chi was a dog
the best kind, the always-loving-bounding-and-wriggling-with-joy
kind of dog
