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Darkness Is Coming

I haven’t thought about self-fulfilling prophecies for some time now, even though I have had my suspicions that many of the major experiences in my life could have come about because I thought about them beforehand. A good example of … Continue reading

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The Traveler

Here is just a simple poem that I keep somewhere close to me, just to remind myself not to get too attached to things, because I still have a long way to go.

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Magic, Faith, And Love

From childhood magic to religious belief and finally to lived compassion, this reflection asks a simple question: what remains when illusion falls away—and love stays? When I was a child, I loved watching magic shows on television. The idea that … Continue reading

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Eddie And Ishmael

While sorting through old boxes of memorabilia, I was struck by how easily forgotten moments can still shape who we become. Reading old letters and names from my childhood reopened memories that helped explain some of my long-held attitudes. One … Continue reading

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Reflections

This verse was one of the first things I wrote for the opening of my original STATEMENT OF PASSIONS AND BELIEFS, which got me fired from the mission field. I was having trouble with the wording of it. I knew … Continue reading

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Streets Of Philadelphia

We were spending the weekend in Philadelphia at an apartment we rented with profits from drug sales. We had become the main suppliers for the Bethesda Naval Hospital and earned a good reputation because we never sold a bad product. … Continue reading

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Innocence Lost

This is one of my best-received pieces, most likely because it brings back a unique memory for each reader. I have created three versions of it… one for when the memory makes me sad or lonely, one for when I … Continue reading

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The Cost Of Obedience

I would not classify myself as a coward. At times in my life, I have acted bravely in the face of danger. Most men—and increasingly more women—wonder, as I did in my youth, how they would respond under the fire … Continue reading

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The Weight Of Secrets

Many years ago, I worked as a counselor at a youth center in the southwestern part of the United States. Most of my clients were of Native American or Hispanic ethnicity and were referred to me by the police. Occasionally, … Continue reading

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Crossing The Line

What if the most dangerous belief we hold… is that we still have time? I don’t think many haven’t already reached the same conclusion, even if we try to deny it—that as a species, through our actions and our silence, … Continue reading

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