Lessons I’ve learned since January 9, 2005
Reconciliation sometimes is wordless.
Love is unfathomable.
Frailty can lead to God.
Death is one of the spices that heighten the savor of life.
I’d give a lot to hear it one more time. Especially today, two years on.
“I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree
For poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.”
See? It’s lame. Totally and utterly lame. I miss it…a lot.
Here’s to two fools who caught on just in the nick of time…