We begin hereat the silent enormity ofeternity’s blank stare.Our lives are big dreamsand small offerings,songs that echo like waterdripping in a tunnel.And then one morningyou stand before a steamy mirrora rainbow of clarity you'verubbed in with a toweland the familiar faceyou’ve been attending to for yearshands you a note from your father.You will not read it of courseBy the time you get it,You already know what it says.copyright Charles OberkehrSee More
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