Poets

Men cut their hair- Men cut their hair to show hate and depair, a skinhead as clear as the as a swastika there. Men cut their hair to show Budha is there, a monk enlightened wanting to

It was a cloudy day, my grandson pointed at the sky. He said ' the stars are still there you just cannot see them because of the clouds'. I held his hand and said ' The stars are like the truth often we cannot see it because of the clouds'. There is nothing more inspiring than a conversation between a grandfather and a grandson.

God is eternal yesterday, today and tomorrow. Don't dwell in the past, or drown in your sorrow.there is always today,