Today’s empty page
Beckons history
To write its best
Today with a sigh
For tomorrow’s jubilation or heartache
Filling the page with only what can be written
In disappearing ink
What we remembered before the words dried vanishing
What we know
What we were told to believe
Only a figment of truth
Seeing, as we do, what we want to see
In the pattern of our lies and fibs
And the testimony of what we believe
Suspended in this filmy memory, belief, certainty
Hangs life and death
Hangs justice
Right and wrong
Coming into the foundation of all our hope
And how we measure one another
To fit the structure of our will
To fill the space of our morality
Until age repeats the lesson that certainty is mutable
Hope wavers
The empty page
Shaded by imaginary fears
Our will sustains and withstands
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- 32I have spent much of the last month aboard the Pequod in the company of Queequeg, Starbuck and a guy who wanted to be called Ishmael, along with an assortment of other rough characters. Ahab was the captain of the whaler, and there was no doubt about that because he…
- 32This month, I have had the privilege of playing Neil in a community theater production of The Quality of Life, a beautifully-written, award-winning play by Jane Anderson. Neil and his wife Jeanette are living in a yurt on their property in the Berkeley Hills in Northern California after losing their…
- 26BILL. Do you folks have a faith? JEANETTE. We’re spiritual but we’re not part of any organized religion. … BILL. Neil, what about you? NEIL. My parents were agnostics. BILL. But do you have any kind of belief? NEIL. I’m not sure, Bill, when you say that you believe in…
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