Well, I know something. I know what I sees.

And you’ve been peddling for favors and fees.

Now I ain’t judgin. Cause know what you done.

I just know you are trying. To reach for the sun.

They are keeping you down. And you wanted more.

Careful your wishes. Know what they have in store.

They’ve been selling a game that’s only for them.

And you’ll take the fall when it’s time to condemn.

Know where you’re wanted, and you’re welcome here.

Take time to know ego. Keeping it real and clear.

The lepers spent their time in graveyards because their options were somewhat limited.

Ancient social distancing.

We are asked to stay at home and some of us are fortunate enough to have one of these.

Upon healing the 10 lepers, one returned to thank Jesus,which begged the question where were the other 9?

The math still stands.

She spends time with the animals…

There’s no turning back this clock.

Has she given up on relationships?

With animals who stand and talk.

She wears a ring on her ring finger.

That she waves when they are near.

There’s this danger when they linger.

She knows their intentions clear

There’s this rescue at the Equator.

You could probably find her there.

Feeding dogs and kittens.

The sunshine bounces off her hair.

I knew her in a fantasy.

In a time when I was young.

I guess I loved her with my eyes.

With no desire sung.

Now I send a little money.

I help whenever I can.

To help her with the animals.

I just really am a fan.

I took a 2 year break from Facebook and returned this week.

Immediately someone informs me that I won a $1,000,000.00 and eventually tells me that I would need to send them $300.00 before I received my winnings.

As a point of fact, I did not receive one scam offer in the 2 years I was away from Facebook.

On the positive side, I did however get to communicate with some cousins I hadn’t heard from in a while…

And I am getting contacted by a large number of 30 something women who are looking for relationships. The fact that I’m 63 and this is not deterring them in the least indicates to me that something is seriously wrong out there!

Might hang out here for a bit.

I appreciate the touch of love because of those times when I was without…

That spark in the darkness is such a wonderful torch.

I am grateful now for the comparative experience that I didn’t appreciate then.

As time marches on, dragging me along for the ride, I have to admit my thirst for knowledge is leading me to faith.

It doesn’t matter how much I know in this world because someone is forever rewriting the rules without giving me the latest updated notes…

I am tired of the knowledge of The Great I-AMS!

I am with God and the Christians. There are many things I don’t know or understand, and I am good with that.

I followed the sound of a jukebox coming from up the levee.

All of a sudden I could hear someone whistling right behind me.

I turned around and she said. “Why do you always end up down at Nick’s Cafe?”

I said, “I don’t know. The wind just kinda pushed me this way.”

She said, “Hang the rich.”

The north coast of Nova Scotia is somewhere between the middle of nowhere and God’s country.

Somehow, I was still there when I was 18, and she’d been dead for 7 years. I would still look for her whenever I was in a crowd of people. Straining searching. Imagining that she had faked her death to get away from me. My mother. By the fall of 1977, I guess I figured she was really dead. All of this I kept to myself. Winding wrapped tight. In my tiny bedroom on a twin bed in a mobile trailer on an acre of land at the edge of Deception River is where the nightmare began…

I ripped out the window screen at the foot of the bed one night and the screen at the head of the bed the next. Screaming some nonsensical rage about “I’ll get you! You motherfuckers!” The next morning the fingernails were torn and bloodied from ripping out screens. Both windows smashed.

I could hear the breathing coming from something somewhere. I held my breath and lay still on my bed, making sure it wasn’t me. I looked under the bed and under the trailer. Nothing. I was alone… except for whatever was breathing. It felt like it was coming from inside me. I had never been so terrified. I forgot to pray. I forgot God.

After a few days and nights of this, I realized that I had to leave that bed, that bedroom,that trailer, that acre, that river.

I left and never returned…

Things have become so divisive in Canada due to Prime Minister Justin Trudeau attempting to introduce legislation to the elementary school boards to stop using he/she pronouns… that a miracle is happening!

The Christian and Muslim communities are joining forces in an effort to put a stop on this forced legislative speech.