Hillsborough Disaster 1989

Awhile ago I wrote about Hillsborough. Recently I have revisted the disaster. The families of the 96 people who died have been trying for 30 years to discover the truth of what happened and to hold someone responsible. The main policemen was charged, but aquitted last month in a court trial. 3 years before that…

Blessing

Awhile back I heard Halcyon speak about a priest who had experienced Burning Man back in 2015. I was intriuged and looked up the sermon Fr. Brian Baker did just after he got back. Here is his blessing The world nowis too dangerousand too beautifulfor anything but love. I bless your eyes be so blessed…

Changing the Baton

The runner is exhausted step after step they take a new runner waits hand outstretched poised, ready to start the old runner stumbles but does not fall picks up their speed as the crowd cheers them on ready for the end of their leg no race is this merely time passing the pace is always…

Chanukkah

darkness threatened them yet the lamp's light kept burning piercing the darkness Moira Levant © December 29th 2019

Faith

Faith in Love? Maybe. What of Hope, dare the hopeless? Trust in self, the heart. Faith in Love? Maybe. Changing times, the ebb and flow, nothing stays the same. What of hope? Hopeless? The river of time passes, smoothing rough edges. Trust in self, the heart. Always speaks true, listen well! Everything is good. Moira…

Childhood's Dreams

Where is your true joy?From childhood, when you were free?pits of adulthoodDreams that become thoughtsfrom childhood can become trueAdult floweringThe pups become dogswithout too much struggle anddogs know joy, they dolet go to becomethe joy you knew long agothe dream you once wereMoira Levant © Dec. 11 2019

learning selflessness

when you feel your needs are not metit is hard to be selflesswhen it seems no one is there to care for youit is hard to care about otherswhen you face loosing everythingfamily, home, reputationit is hard to show respectfear of what might be lies to youdon't listenall you need you haveyou are cared foryou…

A Feathered Thing

Hope, so says the poet, is a feathered thingit rests in the soullove is eturnalit keeps those it loves warm and safeit cheerfully sings in every kind of weatherlove is eturnalit never asks to be repaidlove is eturnaldisquieted souls have no hoperestlessness is in their bloodlove is still eturnalthey are cold, lovelessthey never singlove is…

Ranting like a little Kid

When I was little, I was really little. Born 3 pounds 5 ounces, 15 inches long, yeah, I was small. I had two parents and a brother, and the family dog who all loved me. Now to some memories. My brother was 10 years 9 months older than me. He was always big and strong,…