Good Saturday, dear friends,
I realized that some of the links on today’s reflection did not work properly. I have fixed them, I hope – just in case you wanted to hear T.S. Eliot reading his poem. Thanks for your patience and support.
Here’s a little Saturday afternoon poem I wrote … just for fun, and to thank you for taking the trouble to read this extra note.
Saturday Afternoon Conversations Saturday afternoon conversations in the tight neighborhoods of the city, especially in sunshine, are like light glanced off mirrors fractured in forgotten childhood where responsibility did not exceed the guarding of a pocketful of marbles against unnoticed holes.
Lavish Mercy 