i was sitting down writing a poem as i heard her sleeping nearby so i stopped one poem to write the one below sleeping dogs i'm listening to myka asleep on the floor talking and whining ever so softly dreaming sounds of quiet cries and sorrow i'd think to wake her but damn it's her most restful sleep myka asleep |
and who would be the first to respsond - not the first who was asked, but rather
the first that didn't question. that's who you are.
the tears fell from my eyes when i read your prayer
thank you for being family to me and many others in my family
Rev. Cicora, the way you reaced out to me, and that prayer. it's no wonder the bishop spoke of you the way he did
bishop singh, your email warmed my heart. i loved your stories when you were vicar at my church.
you wre so incredibly warm and gracious 14 years ago, and praise God, you have not changed
about 14 years ago you told me you loved my poetry. it made me glow.
thanks so. the lunch we had at the restaurant years ago was amazing. the intimacy and the trust
i remember almost all of the conversation, as if we had it just yesterday. thank you again