The line Between Here and There Now and Then Does not exist In the way We think, Enamored, As we are, With what We think. Instead Of what He thinks. The Majesty Of the moment Is in every Clock’s tick Our opportunity Our responsibility Our urgency To live As if Tomorrow We die [We will]

“How ya’ doin’?” is the general way the question is asked. People who ask it fall into categories. Some mean, “Hi.” The question becomes an informal greeting. The person isn’t expecting you to answer. Others wonder, truly, about your well-being. The individual is expecting a reply akin to “Fine, thank you.” Their interest is intentional,

My children dragged me kicking and screaming into poems and their poets in the 90’s. And I am ever thankful that they did. Now, I wonder if I could live without it, without expressing myself in it, without giving the poetry of Scripture its due. This week I discovered Marianne Moore, a modernist poet whose

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I sat on the deck Talking to him tonight Smoke and glass hand   Telling him how much I miss him On this earth with me   Ahead of the artic blast I shiver and shake Not for cold   But for the absence The son who is On the Other Side   To say

Tiny Tim   Scrooge was told The chair might be empty At the Christmas table.   I fully understand Now The father’s sadness   In a future that could be, For the Cratchits – That IS, for me –   And for my family, And for the friends Who miss their beloved   Tyler.