path of least resistance

why can't you leave us alone? we are peaceful. loving creatures. gentle and kind . we just wish to be left alone to live and raise our young . but you fear what you don't understand . so we live beneath the earth , aided by our advanced(to you) technology . we have created an eden down here . sunlight , forests , rivers , gardens . we4 thrive . yet when we "top out" as wecall it . when we venture outside to check on your progress , you set traps and come after us with your weapons . you scare your children with tales of us . so you perpetuate the myth of the monstrous sasquatch , yeti , bigfoot , and all the other cute names you have for us . we wait for an awakening among you . the day when you are no longer ruled by fear .

the church of good

we try to help others to proceed with dignity through this current travail . to march in proud submission toward the infinite . to be there to see you through your confusion and pain . to show by example that no matter what your station in life god lives in you and loves you . laughs with you and if you listen to that voice inside will lead you to wisdom . search for those who need you and give freely of yourselves . show the children that it's possible to show love and kindness to all creatures even though to do so will sometimes cause pain . this is the baptism of the spirit . open your eyes and ears and see and hear the hopes, dreams, and prayers of your fellow travelers . you riders of the storm . do good .

love never dies

i walk alone through the fog and mist on this cool may evening . this cemetary has been here for many years . i pass headstones whose epitaphs seem to bring these people alive to me . with a sense of irony and humor . people i would like to have known . the gentleman there whose probable hypochondria prompted him to leave the message "i told you i was sick ." or the fella here here who , underneath his name and dates of birth and death says simply "boo!". my wifes ashes are here they tell me , but i don't feel her in this place . she is still with me , but somewhere totally other . but the love will never die . love is constant and spans the generations . memories assault me . the time she opened my eyes by telling me 'bobby , don't you realize how rare it is for two people to really care about each other the way we do?" did i really casually accept that as my due? twenty years passes in the blink of an eye and i find myself alone . my heart has followed her , but the spirit still waits for release . may you never awaken with the love of your life lying cold beside you . i was supposed to go first , but would i wish on her the devastation i feel? i miss your voice , your laughter , your face, and the warmth of your body . your wit, intelligence, and loving heart . the strength you gave me . i love you!

uniform

the same . equal . god created all men equal . samuel colt made them equal . we keep and bear arms to protect ourselves from enemies witout and within . there was a scandal a few years ago when it was reported that one of the questions recruits were being asked was if they would be willing to fire on u.s. citizens . a man i met once from one of the baltic nations asked me why his country treated its people the way it did . i asked him if they had guns . he said "no , they won't let us have guns . " i turned and walked away leaving him rubbing his chin in thought . he had answered his own question . they treated the people the way they did because they could . with little fear of repercussion . i remember archie bunker one time telling his daughter gloria when she was on a tirade about the number of people killed with handguns . he asked her , " would it make you feel any better little girl if they had all been pushed out of windows ? " . i believe we must find a cure for soul sickness . meanwhile we must remain vigilant .

silence

the loudest sound i've ever heard is silence . the senses yearn and are sharpened in the silence . i've heard the dry earth drinking the rain . the wind dancing in the leaves . a single cricket making a cacaphony of noise . that moment of silence when the storm has passed . when the birds begin tentatively to sing . the world temporarily suspended . at balance . that silence in which the soul may sing .

destiny

i began as a grape in the south of france . mashed with my brothers by peasant feet . turned into wine and then fine champagne . i find myself taking part in a great celabration . people . music . excitement . my role is tom be broken and run along the bow of this great ship . back into the sea and earth to reform again somewhere . they can't launch this ship without me . as i'm broken and the ship slips its moors , i notice the name on the side . fitting for such a large , great ship , this titanic .