A reflection on John 18
What is truth? Cynicism confronts irony. All the while he stares into the eyes…
There is this, then that, time passes in jolts.Here, this, then that, and now it is evening.Early spring…
Magic leaps like bunnies from the grass blade stubbleson grandfather mushroom…
When the earth spins around the sun,God remains jovial at the thought of recession,the jolt of…
You have your dreams, fair horses and sunlight.I have my dreams, driving toward the dawn.
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She knew, of course, she knew. She knew I should be angry, upset, even outraged. She was angry for me, too…
My tutors, singers, sang it to me, showing me how year after year.Roger, Kurt, Paul, John, Ringo…