Month: April 2019

Among my brothers and sisters we don’t send cards on birthdays, but we always try to make time to call — to talk and listen, even if for only a few minutes. These moments are often forgotten but not the sound and warmth of the voice. It was my birthday in the middle of the…

by John Thompson No words can speak the power of “I AM HERE” For when black thunder cracks on blood-red plains The horseman comes, the storm-chaser of dreams His feathered spear raised high he splits the wind And silences the babbling tongues of men. My words mean nothing, nor is my story told But lived,…