It's Nice That You Spend A Day

We Cannot Stop What Heaven Chooses.

What Is It?” “a Prayer.” “for A Child?” She Nodded. “for Me?” Another Nod. “on A Tree?” “trees Spend All Day Looking Up At God.

Young Men Go To War. Sometimes Because They Have To, Sometimes Because They Want To. Always, They Feel They Are Supposed To. This Comes From The Sad, Layered Stories Of Life, Which Over The Centuries Have Seen Courage Confused With Picking Up Arms, And Cowardice Confused With Laying Them Down.

What Is It About Childhood That Never Lets You Go, Even When You're So Wrecked It's Hard To Believe You Ever Were A Child?

Why Are We Embarassed By Silence? What Comfort Do We Find In All The Noise?