Fisherman, a poem

Yes, sometimes I wax poetic. This happens to be something I’d written in about five minutes several years ago on a small pad of paper. One of our cats or curious children must have uncovered it, and I took much of today tweaking and reworking it. I hope you enjoy!




Dear Christian, why are you so afraid?

Hopefully this will be the last rant on the subject. Hopefully we can all get a grip and learn to love, not out of self-interest, but others’ interest.