Ripples

  Waves born, as ripples, beyond the horizon of time, eventually break on the shores of life. The damage they do or the pleasure they give is a measure of our ability to live.     David Garlick, Victoria. September, 1995

The Door

I am the door. Knock and I will answer. Through me, may all who seek it, find shelter and in my dwelling you will find peace. For in my house are many rooms and everyone will find their tongue spoken with understanding. And all who seek truth will find it in their own way. There […]

Stone Tear

  I dreamt of a tear, on a face in a park, a face that watched passers by. It witnessed young lovers. Welcomed their children. It helped those about to die. The face in the park was hewn in stone and that tear would never dry.     David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, January 1997

Kip

  I’ll miss my friend, a gentle man. A Hard Rock miner, tall and strong. The North shone in his piercing eyes and laughter played around his lips. But now he’s gone, he was not young and soon we all must follow him. Still we could wish that he had stayed a while longer in […]