At the Lord Byron Cafe in Lisbon, Portugal.

Shadows of words

Fado players

"I’m so tired of waiting,
Aren’t you,
For the world to become good
And beautiful and kind?"

~from "Kind," by Langston Hughes

I noticed the first raindrop
on that last Saturday of winter
when it landed on my nose

The second hit me square
in the eye as I tilted my head back
in curiosity

The third fourth and fifth fell
in a drumbeat on a hollow log
at my feet

After that I quit counting
and listened to the rhythm
instead

The beginning of the final speech from Charlie Chaplin's "Great Dictator..."

"To those who can hear me, I say - do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress..."

Look up the whole thing. Worth watching.

Wood Thrush, I believe

Spring won't be held back. Life finds a way.

Thankful for new heroes stepping up to fight the powers of oppression.

My beloved is a pool of sunlight
beneath an otherwise darkened canopy
illuminating the tiniest white flower
on an overlooked bed of moss...

"Cursed is anyone who withholds justice from the foreigner,
the fatherless or the widow."

~God, quoted in Deuteronomy 27

Anytime an openly hedonistic, bad and extremely wealthy man invites the religious to his house, he is always trying to use them to gain power and wealth. It's a truism.

She warmed her hands
in the winter sun
and grew flowers
all the whole year long

Music of hope and the beloved community from my church last Sunday... a song called Ploughshare Prayer...

youtu.be/gRXbGr9oWPE?...

The felon-in-chief is now blaming the disabled for this airplane wreck... and all at a time when he literally knows nothing about the wreck. Dear friends, this MUST stop!

His words coming from a place of ignorance are/are going to hurt real people.

It wasn't not unimaginable
and she completely believed it to be so

Hi, I'm Dan.