Help Is Giving Part Of Yourself To

At The Time I Did Not Know That Stories Of Life Are Often More Like Rivers Than Books.

How Can A Question Be Answered That Asks A Lifetime Of Questions.

At Sunrise Everything Is Luminous But Not Clear.

Eventually, All Things Merge Into One, And A River Runs Through It. The River Was Cut By The World's Great Flood And Runs Over Rocks From The Basement Of Time. On Some Of The Rocks Are Timeless Raindrops. Under The Rocks Are The Words, And Some Of The Words Are Theirs. I Am Haunted By Waters.

Now Nearly All Those I Loved And Did Not Understand When I Was Young Are Dead, But I Still Reach Out To Them.