I have went to exceptional lengths to hold well enough alone, and yet am puzzled by the animosity among angels.

Seems the softness that I once sought from my daily bubbles of thought just isn’t quite as soft and the hardness has left me bitter.

With clipped wings I trudge through my daily chores wishing for a song, or even a note to get me singing, but, as of yet, I am off key.

“Who will carry on when I am gone?” asked the little man in the crowd. “Fear not,” I quip, “for you are in the hands of the mighty and there but by his grace you shall not be left for want.”

Now if only I could live by my own advice and find the time to tell my wife how much I love her and to embrace my children in my arms every minute of every day and keep them safe from those who would wish them harm.

He is really no better than she regardless of her zip code of origin and yet they all seem to think so...which reminds me; I left a pot of chili cooking on the stove and I named it after a movie I once wrote about this very topic called: Restoration Chili.

And in a pinch I might still begin every sentence I write with the word “and” and you might tell me that’s poor grammar and I might say back, “thank you for noticing, I tend to get sloppy at my job from time to time.”

You correct me and move on and it never really becomes the big elephant in the room which random chance has left in its wake the question between right and wrong, good and evil and a little bit of clouds for good measure.

And I prefer it that way...to talk about it and move on that is. I, like you, would rather just get things off of my chest so that it doesn’t apply the pressure of which it is so capable {of applying}.

I could use a nice baked potato....some cream cheese, chives...hadn’t really thought much about it until now...thank’s for noticing.

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