It could have been me drawing that line in the harsh desert sand.
As I watch the news I am reminded of those beautiful voices ringing from the Mosque long ago.
It was a typical Philippine night where the air is sweet and heavy from the residue of fallen rain, Palm Trees and heat from the Tropic of Cancers white, hot, glow.
The voices crept through the sleeping rice patties and concrete poured streets and homes as if everything in this world was constructed to carry their prayer.
Erie and beautiful, grateful and sullen. Too similar to how I feel as I watch the events unfold on the screen before me.
Why did I quit? Did I quit? Could I have done it if I chose to follow through.
I throw punches at ghosts, while they dodge bullets in Kevlar suits. One is definitely worse than the other although that line is hard to see, and at times in the dark it seems equally fatal to me.
I tuck my son into bed thinking about all the specters he will have to face both seen and unseen and say two prayers; one of thanks, and the other a pleading appeal.
Carina and Adam. They are my line in the sand, please Lord help me to stand.
As I watch the news I am reminded of those beautiful voices ringing from the Mosque long ago.
It was a typical Philippine night where the air is sweet and heavy from the residue of fallen rain, Palm Trees and heat from the Tropic of Cancers white, hot, glow.
The voices crept through the sleeping rice patties and concrete poured streets and homes as if everything in this world was constructed to carry their prayer.
Erie and beautiful, grateful and sullen. Too similar to how I feel as I watch the events unfold on the screen before me.
Why did I quit? Did I quit? Could I have done it if I chose to follow through.
I throw punches at ghosts, while they dodge bullets in Kevlar suits. One is definitely worse than the other although that line is hard to see, and at times in the dark it seems equally fatal to me.
I tuck my son into bed thinking about all the specters he will have to face both seen and unseen and say two prayers; one of thanks, and the other a pleading appeal.
Carina and Adam. They are my line in the sand, please Lord help me to stand.
