Forgive us Lord, this transgression
We of little imagination
Lost in the night of pace
Alone in the market place
Permit us to see the fire
In the desert a pillar
To free our creativity
From industrial captivity
The first born were not enough
Confused, their very lives are snuffed
Standing on the other side
Watching our captors, swallowed alive
O glorious day
We do celebrate
But how soon we forget the task at hand
Is a journey to the Promised Land
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I met Gloria a few years ago, and I immediately knew she was special. My first instinct was to work an angle to capture her on film somehow, thankfully that pursuit proved impossible and I had to settle for something much better. I don’t even feel quite right about trying to describe her at all anymore.
Some have discovered her art and poetry, but only a few will have the privilege to walk in her garden.
Categories: Mentors, Poetry, Neighbors, Art
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Shane is enjoying his daily work in 2010.
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