so can we talk about clouds today it seems they took the sun away and i’m in my overcast life there’s something different about this light so can we talk about clouds today my head tells me that it’s okay the Light is here and not far away but it just doesn’t feel that way cause in those cloudy skies i think i see some dreams that cry and dense dark memories why did i say those things or why didn’t i say anything at all i wish those clouds would fall in rain and storms of healing let it rain let it rain so can we talk about clouds today i suppose if they never came i might lose the love of Light and forget that those clouds do give me sight i see you and me and the story that only can be told if there are clouds so dreary is not the end you’ll see i choose to sing to sing out loud so hello clouds
See the shells? I never thought that I would hate seeing sea shells. I love the shore…I love the ocean, but these shells…these shells I would rather not see. Do you see these shells? These jagged, dirty, sad, colorless shells serve as the sidewalk…the road beneath the bare feet of those beautiful children who run across these shells, which occasionally are submerged in sewage…see the shells?…these shells supporting a young boy whose silent stare and precious smile invade my heart…shattering my bent to complain about the smallest inconveniences in my comfortable smart phone filled life…see these shells? I will never again see shells without remembering to pray for the precious men, women and children of Cite Soleil in Haiti. I am eager to return to this city, these children…I don’t want to see these shells, but I will return for all those unseen children….those unseen families….