Where there’s light there’s hope.

Now that the Japanese had occupied Rangoon, those of British extraction, as well as many of the Burmese intellectuals began to fear that, some day, they might be interned and subjected to harassment and torture.

It’s time to tell the sheep to shut the F up!

More and more.

We are all riding it. It’s time to help each other get off.

The Cemetery is a reflection poem about a lesson I learned about the richest place on earth – the cemetery – made so because it is filled with the bones of people who died having never fully expressed what God put in them to do in the world. We so easily settle for the status quo and a life of safe “success.” Having had three heart attacks by age 50, I have had to wrestle with figuring out what is worth my life. This poem poem doesn’t tell where I am, but why I am where I am, doing what I’m doing.

We all have our cages, maybe we should try and find a way out.