I fear being on high
When the space between
Here and there expands
Filled with unwanted expectation
The child of past was told
That Heaven is a place on high
Causing imagination to race
Filled with fear and complication
A voice from beyond
A soulful sound
Assures me, Heaven is not up
Look in the space between
Left when words cannot express
It’s there in the beat of the drum
When its pulse becomes your own
Look in the space between A mother’s eyes and a child’s dream It’s there upon a lovers face The story etched also…
Have you ever had something happen in your life that abruptly changes who you are. The first time this happened to me was January 28, 1976. It was the day that I became invisible.
Invisibility sneaks up on you. You never see it coming, and recovery can be a very long process that some never experience. I remember exactly how it happened to me. I was only 12 years old.
I was sitting at the piano in what our family called the sun room. I was wasting time before going to a friend’s house. Stacey, who was my best friend…
A creative spirit trying to make sense of the world.