Touching God Above Our Bridge
...Standing on our bridge, we would lean backwards over the railings, and with heads thrown back, we would take in this glory until I feared my heart would burst and spill itself out into the abyss...
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Jun 21
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Jun 19
lightening bug in a jar
Lightning Bug in a jar,
and I run to catch more of the same
on cooling grasses of a summer’s evening,
the Earth’s carpet beneath my feet.
Lightning Bug in a jar,
and I watch my own private light show
flying up and down, straight and squiggly,
growing brighter and brighter on the darkening day.
Lightning Bug in a jar,
and I check the air holes one more time…
then I lay my head back,
eyes fluttery with sleep…
holding on to the remnants of the day,
and envisioning all her promises…
should the morning keep them.
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Item of interest:
Lightening bugs or fireflies? by Todd Pack
Dance of the Fireflies (The Brown Road Chronicles)
Twanglish Lesson: Lightnin’ Bug (real-southern.com)
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Reflections on The Wall
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7/28/91
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It was my fourth visit, and I was surprised by the number of people there. Dismayed, even. But what did I expect, coming on a spring Saturday? Twice I had gone by night, quiet, Lincoln’s stern reflection glowing off black granite.
My mother came this time and she cried. “He used to be so funny.” I never imagined she’d find a memory here, like so many others. Why did it shock me so?
I found my way to the name I met my first time. 12 West, line 52. “Hi Donald.”
There’s a man making rubbings and I follow him. He’s so busy. I keep following and now I steal my chance. “Will you do one for me?” I take pictures of the old man’s hands, rubbing pencil over paper, and in my mind, I make up a life to go with the name.
A young boy walks by with his father, and I hear him ask the question. The father says, “Ah…jeez, well it all started…”
I turn away, with Donald’s name, climb out of the crevice, and step back into the world.
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How do you know when it’s time to let go?
I spent a chunk of my day off yesterday cleaning out the “kid’s closet”. My district is having a yard sale on Saturday to raise money for Easter Seals, so I decided this was a good time to let go of some things.
The kids of the “kid’s closet” are my two nephews, who are now 13 and nearly 17 years old. When they were little boys, I worked at a toy store; I figure that’s enough said, you can imagine the rest (it’s a big closet). They spent a fair amount of time with me back then, but that was before they needed cable and the internet to stay entertained. Back then, they were happy with a movie marathon and a marble maze.
steadily skipping stones 