Get quiet. Get still.
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Glimpses Through A Poem
I am the night watchman and the day watchman of my mind,
A poem about being unsure in a world of certainties
There are certain spellsable to draw out the deepest firewithin us:
Let’s not forget for a momentwe are here. Life is happening. Time never stops, but ends.
Parenthood teaches us passively — like the ever-present drone of NPR ricocheting off the kitchen’s hard surfaces while I thumb through a…
Sometimes, when I’m waiting in line at the grocery store,
Remember, the entrance door to the Sanctuary is inside you.