A day in the life of..

I walked down the street a merry song on my lips;a million li'l things did cross my path and my mind saying 'You do not matter'I tried not to seenot to let them get to me continued singing;but my singing got softer ...slowly fading and dyingHow do I convince the heart that has always been… Continue reading A day in the life of..


The Innocent Prisoner

He walked in kicked and beaten like a street mongrel,smelling of the gutter, bent and frail;sinned and shamed, he walked in for life -would he reveal his innocence? No, friendship is sanctified. The inmates lined up for the daily broth, men and women of every sort –the criminals, the murderers, the sufferers -casting vacant glares… Continue reading The Innocent Prisoner