the keys to hell have been placed outside your door an express delivery no signature needed your life has certified the delivery good news is you’ve been given a room with a view where you can watch the living hell you’ve created for others but the bad news is you’ll feel their pain
gather up the clouds so we may darken the sky another soul’s died no one ever known to you just another nameless face but i implore you to offer a simple prayer that those loved can heal
everything can be broken or at least seem to be broken it really doesn’t matter how perfectly it was crafted careless handling can result in lasting damage that’s how hearts are broken
every since high school you’ve counted too much on angels when things were bad you’d quietly pray that your angel would take the pain away it never did but you continued to pray and when as one might expect the pain gave way to joy you credited your angel ignoring what you and your friends had done to clear away the darkness perhaps the light of joy blinds us to the real angels in our lives the ones without wings that by no standard could be confused with some angelic form but that are none the less performing miracles that change the path of our future
december 2000 it was a rather strange part of a bike tour a mandatory viewing of uncle ho where we in a single file walked solemnly around his glass enclosed preserved body soldiers assured that there would be no photos or talking it seemed obvious that his true memorial was not within those walls but outside in the laugher of the school children who never had experienced war they had moved on from the past that day made me realize that we all frequently view the dead whether or not we want to admit to it it might be an old friend or a loved one or perhaps just a moment in time you know that special memory that we must view over and over again a viewing that keeps us bound to yesterday and unable to move on to the rest of life’s tour
Read Between the Minds 