PARTLY BROKEN

The hollow ringing in my ears reminds me of the crickets of summers long passed away. The quiet moments now, though never complete, offer me their strength. In a realm of inner riches, love is always flowing and growing - within and without. And all shall be well, even in this shell full of crickets, there is quiet. * *Photo courtesy of Carole Barnhart.  The poem, on one level, is about my tinnitus.  On another, it is about life. Enjoyed this post? Never miss out on future posts by  following us »  

Quotes: Love in action     is a harsh and dreadful thing          compared to love in dreams. Dostoevsky If you see it another way, God will clarify the difficulty for you.   It is important that we continue on our course,  no matter what stage we have reached. A Letter of Paul to the Philipeans 3:15-16 A hole was secretly dug in the back of the family yard.  Into it, a pair of ugly brown plastic glasses were dropped and hurriedly covered over with dirt before anyone could see it.  When questioned the next day, "Where are your glasses?" I could easily lie and say "I don't know.  Maybe they're lost somewhere."  The over-riding concern of those pre-adolescent days was "How will I look?" and "Will I be accepted?"  One would rather be accepted than anything, even if it meant blurring the only vision one had. One would rather be accepted than anything,  even if it meant blurring the only vision one had!!🙈 T...