Suffering can be an opportunity To become closer To God, A break-away to a holy score, Where tragedy only is seen after a… The knocking of God is happening…

To honour one’s predecessors, Is deserving & kind, Especially ones of the same name So fine, James Dickey writes 'Deliverance’

My heart needs to heal, I choose not to feel, My mind is set to reel, I need only to get through This horrific ordeal.

When I cast my shadow, It brings out the hidden sun, By confronting my fears, My best has just begun, I will not run away

Obituaries are dark curiousities, I hope I’m not in there, In black & white, Not yet I conceed, Death Notices are morbid, macabre…

My heart needs to heal, I choose not to feel, My mind is set to reel, I need only to get through This horrific ordeal.

To love God Is to desire Him, This is the source Of my pleasure, I no longer seek

Our sickness, illness disease Our stumbling blocks, Our unrest, Is God’s method His test Our souls are both

We are born Not for ourselves But for each other, Brother for sister, Daughter for father,

I spied a hummingbird hovering In the garden amidst the bright fl… All artfully arranged & dressed, I felt a warm zephyr from the west… It refeshed me with vigor & zest,

The only relationship We need to be of concern, Is the one we have with God, The others are reflections, Chances to learn,

Am I just a statistic, Another Abel, Cain found me somehow, My life was disabled. Murder victim that’s what the news…

True communicate is not Attained with the body, But with the mind, The body can be wanting affection, Wanting intersection...

I’m finding my way Back to Dickie street, The land my great-grandfather John Boyd Dickie, Bequeathed to the city of Trenton…

At our lowest point Of turmoil & despair We reach for Heaven When we dare To let go...