Larry Kilham Blog |
I awoke to the early birds singing
and to the morning glory’s petals opening to a stillness before the business storm for a glorious moment tranquility was the norm. Then The Cloud floated down and settled in town after town. and suddenly we were on the slippery slope grabbing for lost and elusive hope. Power and money and things lost meaning and dozens of oligarchs are fleeing while millions of hapless ones writhe in despair and waves of false promises electronically fill the air. Yet the early birds still are singing and the morning glory’s petals are opening and hope is rekindling a new search for meaning which will lead us to the promised land of yesteryear. (c) 2020 Larry Kilham |