Sometimes things just land in your lap and you say, "Thank you" and go with it! This is just such a day. We have a guest posting from Joan Leotta. Joan is an author and story performer. She arrived on my email doorstep this week and I am delighted to share her gifts. As testimony Tuesday is dedicated to pointing towards the truth of things, I feel her gracious offering of Candles is in order. I am very grateful to her generosity! Thank you, Joan! Candlesby Joan Leotta que non se apaguentus ideas (amnesty international) On my shirt, asingle candlesurrounded by barbed wire,marks light's rolerelieving a world of darkness.In my heart,ideas flicker, grow strongas I live the admonitionof my shirtto make real the wordsof my ideals with my penand daily life performance.Freedom.Wis...
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“Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.” – Matthew 5:48 (KJV) Anyone who has read any of my “Skeptic’s” columns, especially those published after the last disastrous presidential election, will know that one of my favorite targets is a group I refer to variously as “boutique progressives” or “liberal purists”, the latter term borrowed from Bill Maher, who has the same grievance against progressives. What (Bill and) I mean by that are liberals, left-wingers, progressives who insist that a political candidate, in order to be worthy of our support, absolutely must conform to every principle, every jot and tittle, of progressive ideology, without exception. They must, in other words, be ideologically perfect, i.e., the kind of perfection demanded of Chri
I think human beings are remarkable for their ability to reach out and love even though they know it’s all going end. the wheat has ripened, the lavender is fading white jasmine breaths into gray signs of rain in your lively days, you were light and laughter now i know you as a shadow across the face of the moon, an empty house in my heartland © 2015, poem and illustration, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day and The BeZine), All rights reserved