May 13, 2014 – Stumbling along the sidewalk

Coloring Innocence

A poem about painting, a poem about truth. Right up my alley! 🙂

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how does a child view this world
does she see only colors she’s learned
or the whole shocking spectrum
of concatenation
we adults disarranged
with deliberate malice

does she recognize dark shades of war
in our black-and-blue purples
with subtle distinctions
of just war from unjust
of mercy from weakness

can she appreciate bright hues of love
in our radiant yellows
with gradient edges
eros blurred into agapē
storge into philia

how can we train her young eyes
will she learn only colors we see
or the whole lovely spectrum
beyond limitations
imposed by the ignorance
stalking our ill-matured guilt

she deserves more than blindness
to true colors we never perceived
she needs better than our
impaired vision as guide
perhaps we should give her a
palette to mix her own paints

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The Boy from the Neighborhood

A sad story that rings with truth…

Wordsmith's Desk

The following story has been published before. The message is important for we never know who we affect by our words and actions. So, this morning I share once more about my friend, Wesley.

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I don’t remember much about this boyhood playmate. I was pre-school age and he lived two doors from me. His name was Wesley. I remember his mom and older sister, Midge; they were both nice. His dad’s name was Red. He sat in the front room and didn’t say much at all. Their house was old and weathered, with no paint left on it.

Wesley was very shy, almost afraid to say anything to anyone. He walked with his head down and appeared as if he were trying to be invisible. These traits would be more pronounced as he grew older, but in those preschool days, he was like any other boy. We played together…

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