Daily Archives: December 21, 2002

The Vessel

Sometimes it seems that the brittle clay vessel used to carry the clear water from inspiration’s well is so fragile, flawed and useless, such an ill-suited thing; the priceless, sacred fluid it transports accents each error, highlights weaknesses that the … Continue reading

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Song for Today

To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour — William Blake, Auguries of Innocence I sing a song for … Continue reading

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