The thought of thee some stillness doth beget.
I stunn’d am by thy generosity,
By thought of thee my problems I forget.
Upon high desert we two shall soon be seen,

For yonder love doth wait on our behest.
I ne’er shall from embrace of true love wean,
My love for thee hath ev’ry day progress’d.
Love, as the wilding wolf, ruthless in its ways,

Love blossoms when ‘tis planted in the heart,
Love is the wondrous pow’r that speaketh “yea,”
Love doth heal pain and grief, at least in part.
Let rivals come, who chase me at the rear,

With thee, e’en space shall not too bleak appear.

“You are everything that you’ve ever experienced during your lifetime,” the man said, sitting at the opposite end of the bench, where all of this had begun.

Her head suddenly filled with ‘pain,’ and then dissipated to vague memories. “What did you do?” she tried to scream.

“Nothing. You’re the one doing it. You’ve been doing it to yourself all of your life – willingly. Now is your chance to make a change. A change to happiness and joy. Your choice.”

She closed her eyes and watched as her bible was rewritten. Suddenly, she understood as the veil lifted from her.

My wife’s intuition is so highly developed she often knows when I’m wrong even before I open my mouth.

Turned on the television to watch a political dog-and-pony show and an actual debate broke out.

Sleep came to her shortly afterwards. Dreams also came, disquieting dreams.

In them, she spun and spun. She couldn’t tell if she was floating upward or being dragged down.

The constant and confusing rotation eventually fell away to a lightness that was very uncomfortable in its coming. She relaxed and allowed the lightness wash over her being, deep inside her.

When she woke, she realized she was never actually asleep. No, she was back on the bench, awake and looking at the man, who was fiddling with a set of beads.

“Anger isn’t the answer,” he said, without looking up.

The man held the rosary out to the young woman. She stared at it.

“But I’m not…” she began. She didn’t get the chance to finish.

“Don’t have to be.”

“Who are you?”

“I think you already know. You don’t wanna admit it though.”

“I’m lost.”

“Yeah, you are, you have been for a very long time. Lost in a darkness.”

She frowned deeply.

He smiled, “Everything we believe is like a religion. A personal belief system all our own and everything we take in, we add to our private bible in our mind.”

She laid there, thinking on this.

After endorsing Biden/Harris, Dwayne Johnson has added new meaning to, ‘as dumb as a rock.’

Writing about politics is like refereeing a gun battle between the Hatfields and McCoy’s.

COVID-19 has turned me into a dog. I wander around the house looking for food, told ‘no’ if I get too close to people and excited about the idea of a car ride.

Beeps and soft hisses sounded as she struggled to find her mind in the dark cloud cocooning her. Slowly, she swam to the surface of her consciousness, batting her eyes open to a hospital room.

She felt hazy, as if she’d slipped from her body and the two parts had not yet reformed her single self. As she looked about, eyes working to adjust, fighting off an unnatural dizziness that made it hard to see, hard to focus.

Then, with a start she saw the man sitting beside her bed, counting his rosary beads.

“I said it works,” he smiled.