CROSSING THE LINE

there’s another place a city road leading to the edge where red roses color a meadow and a forest line provides a crooked path, like an open door, unseen, but known to wanderers, owning the sense of the line crossed over, where shadows are honored like myself to have been there once

OUR BEST STEP

The fast trade of winds. Thoughtless testimonials lacking courage.  Broad strokes of bravery hold fast against the enemy even when the heart suggests other courses of action.   Few know how to step forward. Dedication is the future from those who have marched before us, holding tight the banner, raising the flag; the common voice … More OUR BEST STEP