Why You Have Come Here
If you have arrived here seeking sanctity or blessing, then you will have to provide your own cloak and dagger. I only confess to the daily struggle to treat the world with the respect it has earned in my estimation. We all look to the sky and wonder. I feel the whisper of the ages calling and know not what flutter or ripple calls true. My approach is to touch your life in only the manner in which you prefer. As we all must suffer at some time, then I feel we all deserve, also, the right to laugh. My smile is my weapon, and at times my words also I use to defend.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Sweating out the Little League Love
kwhitten. only baseball if sweat is pooling in your nose/ you only get your face out of cooler to watch a nephew/ storm prayer just left your silent lips/ foul ball rolls your way and you hide them in slick-sweatened hands/your hair looks like the kids when helmet comes off/ you start asking God for that list of Auntly duties to be faxed back down/ then he runs out after game to exuberantly retell the swing of bat/ you just smile, happy in sweaty, grimy loving arms.