Thursday, July 16, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
To touch the cloak of God, we must work through
the crowds cheering, and must work through the fear
of divine rejection. Of evil, we know only of our dear
failures of our hearts. Hearing the terror imbedded
in the cry of a newborn, we can understand the condemned.
yet we continue past the disciples, past the inner circle,
to the back of he who is God. Hemorrhaging, we touch for life.
Lord, who I am to ask you to stop, and turn around to ask
who touch your cloak? Yet, I want to stop you, the divine and
point to my son, and demand healing. Lord, I know you know
what it is like to weep for your son. So I ask, plead, and bleed
for you to stop, turn around and notice us. Amen.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Click on the link above to find the latest information and advice to help navigate through these tough times. I really like the post on "How will we know the Economy is Better?" as it gave me an idea about when to get back into the market. Since last years, I stayed on the sidelines, holding our positions. I strongly think we should have a good source for current information for personal finance.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
A poem I wrote after finding out my son has Von Recklinghausen Syndrome:
The Pain I need to Share
My son, my son,
I weep for you. I weep for the world;
the world cruel in its self-hatred, cruel in its love
am weak, weak in will and strength. God,
I pray to you for strength and will, for forgiveness
For life is not a Disney movie, but filled
With suffering. How to protect you, my son?
Protect you from the terrors of biology,
Flesh, and pain, and how little you look
To face the taunts of the world; the taunts,
The cross, I know too well. I have
No shield to offer but my love,
My soul, and my god. My God
Who hangs bleeding from a tree. My God,
My God abandoned by friends and followers.
Rise from the grave, my soul as my son needs
You. As it is all we can do, my son, my son, we will standTogether, awaiting Easter, calling it compassion