How could there be a First Friday? Every week had a Friday, Just one Friday to focus on, One Friday to make plans for fun. Nothing different about one day Except perceptions about a time to pray. Why would one Friday suffice As a day for sacrifice? A First Friday to meditate And see control […]Read More First Friday
Cranky? Don’t accuse me of something When I come into the room. I haven’t had my coffee, And I’ve heard the voice of doom. I’m not sure I’ll wake up tomorrow And maybe I won’t last today So don’t accuse me of being cranky And keep everyone out of my way. My hair is falling […]Read More WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?