A hand reached down and struck a match
To light a short candle set in a window.
Estranged night could not smother and
It’s burning still.
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Author: Martin Van Horn
He said it himself, “If a man were to give up all the comforts and luxuries of home for love, he would be greatly despised.” That’s how it went down.
They live among us, unobtrusive, ordinary except when they can let it all out. Normal people are stuck in earthly things: people, stuff, feelings, hopes, circumstances, money, you know the drill. But these aliens, these weirdoes relate to us like they come from another realm. Maybe that’s because they do. Except they weren’t born that way.
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A Parade in Honor of You
When you enter a crowded room, do you scan it for familiar faces? Looking for friends, for someone to talk with, someone glad to see you too: that excites us all. How awkward to visit someplace new and not know anyone, feeling unwanted and unsure, maybe even scared. This brings forward the Inner Questioner: “Am I someone, or no one? Am I good or bad? Should I impose myself, or hang back? Am I welcome here?”
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Dream House with a View
This year when we walked into our new Louisville townhouse for the first time, I was delighted to find cathedral ceilings with skylight, as I have admired for years, plus a deck to relax on. Sharon was excited to see a fireplace and a garage; Bekka to have a basement apartment all to herself. Making it even more special was the fact that friends had picked it for us, knowing we would love this place.