Ground trod upon cannot be retraced; successes and failures etched into memories The path ahead has hidden dangers If avoided, further gain is possible; if not, further loss is certain The tension between promise and peril Move forward or stand still?
To know without seeing To honor without meeting To share without hesitating To believe without doubting To respect without judging Always and everywhere Everyone
once I believed I was unbreakable unbeatable unstoppable undeniable unforgettable now I know I am human fragile gentle temporary mortal and I am thankful
The place that you knew Now another person's eyes And you learn anew
You turn the page A clean slate All new, nothing old But what do forgive and forget?
Two faiths, one place A savior, born A menorah, enlightens Past, remembered Present, celebrated Future, promised And it is good
That moment. An idea sparked A dream born Yours That makes it the best ever. Nurture it, grow it, sustain it, savor it. If fulfilled Celebrate. And dream anew.
A gentle touch. It says, "You're doing great. You are mine, and always will be." Sturm und drang becomes Quiet and calm. And love wins. Again.
The pen and the sword. We trumpet the sword. Its length. Its power. Its bigness. Thrust it in. Pull it out. Clean it. Repeat. A pen. Small. Temporary. Once its ink runs dry, Impotent. Yet its stream gives life.