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 […]

Glass Man

  I’m not ill any more, perhaps I never was! Why then do I feel so frail? I used to do so much. Now I’m molly coddled into doing very little.   I sit and read a lot. A glass man, fragile – but not convinced – that I will break. Yet I fear the […]

Mortality

  Our mortality is just a moment of sorrow in the vastness of tomorrow. The sorrow is mitigated, not by where we have been, nor by what we have done, or how much we have accumulated and spent. But rather, by how much we have loved and been loved. How much we have smiled. How […]