In an undergrad Class many years ago, a Classmate, orthodox Jewish, nineteen, told Us about verbal abuse He’d endured by a Random passerby That morning,
For years have I borneThis sword, to surrender itWould permit the years To accumulate,Would then I die. But now wouldI lay it down at Your
Stop the clock and turn It back, all will be renewed. Delicious new wine. Spin that wheel, watch what Happens. We saved the best for
I went down to the Other side, waiting by the Water. Voices in My head had told me To watch for a bird. Sometimes Doubt
Give me that rope, I’m Making a whip; there’s work to Be done. My Dad’s house. Wake the young lion. Tell him to get to
Step right up and test Your luck. Can your rock hit the Bull’s-eye? No pressure. If you’re the winner, You get to dunk the sinner!