Words are Flowing Out Like Endless Rain Into a Paper Cup 



We all have probably attempted to assure someone and make them feel safe in their time of need, but words are a feeble attempt to do this very task.

"When you rob a person of his pain and suffering, you rob him of his life, his freedom, his independence; you keep him dependent on you . . . Ironically, it is the ones we most cherish whom we most often rob of their independence, because we tend to shield and overprotect them."
--Dennis Genpo Merzel
The Eye Never Sleeps


Diana and I have heard words from you, and your words have flown like endless rain drops and turned cloudy days into bright sunny ones.

(Written December 3, 2004. This was the final Reflections my father wrote; perhaps the last piece of prose he ever wrote. PB) 

Posted: Tue - January 17, 2006 at 05:10 PM        


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