REDEEMED PIONEER

This year, all the babies born in 1995 turn 30 years old.  Most of them will consider this birthday to be a magnificent milestone of maturity, almost like a rite of passage into the prime stage of their lives.  Most of their parents will double-check the math, because 1995 was just the other day….  I am one of those parents.  Both my beloved eldest daughter, Annie, and my beloved daughter-in-love, Carli, were born in 1995.  Carli on this very day and Annie on the very first day of Spring. I have rewritten this ...

Today, on Human Rights Day, my heart aches for all the hidden violations of human rights… My heart, filled with sorrow Some can see, others not Almost none can understand Iceberg made of tears Careless crashes  Countless shatters  Callous people Condescending control The world we live in So cold, so clinical Yottabytes* of information Yoctobytes** of insight Entitled fat cats with loud mouths Who furiously campaign in public But relentlessly abuse in private Violators of human rights Warm tears frozen hard in Raging oceans of indifference Revealing a mere tiny tip Concealing the true depth I saw it in her eyes I felt it in my being I felt it in my heart I felt it where it hurt Who hurt you, sweetheart? Who violated the sanctity Of your inner being? Who maimed your soul? Who so selfishly took That which you did not offer? And who so boldly offered a sacrifice You can never take back? Sweet precious child, nevermind I don’t need to know who it was I know it happened, I sure do I...