A cup I offer, Filled with love and compassion. Sip deeply, my friends. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #322: cup and sip.
Her name was Pat, and she was my supervisor when I was hired in 1974 at the telephone company in Atlanta, Georgia. She was a hard task-master, determined to show that, as the first black woman given a supervisory position over white males, she was capable of doing the job. My complaint against her was... Continue Reading →
Commentators say that today people do not change their minds on issues, even when presented with the "facts." What is a fact? It is a statement that is indisputably the case, meaning a reality or a certainty. So, I started to think about some statements that I believe are indisputably real and certain. Here is... Continue Reading →
I am always amazed at the huge capacity of some people to feel pity, sympathy, and concern for the misfortunes and sufferings of others. They possess what I call "compassionate hearts." If you have ever been bullied or harassed, then you may understand better what I mean by the term. Remember that person who stood... Continue Reading →
One of my grandchildren's favorite questions when they saw me coming, and especially at Christmas, was, "What did you bring me?" I just laughed, because I did the same thing when I was their ages. But, as I read my Bible one day, I was struck by a woman who was more concerned about what she could... Continue Reading →