March 2,  2018

NICKED  

A small stone, something,

struck my windshield 

causing a nick in the glass.

Now It’s there in front of me

every time I drive, 

unless I get it fixed.

At times there are stones

thrown at me by those I love -

nicking me - making me wince.

They hit me in how I see -

how I am - these people who

are always in front of me. Ugh.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018

March 2nd, 2018

Vincent Van Gogh

Thought for today: : 

“Every one is more or less mad on one point.”  

Rudyard Kipling [ 1865-1935], Plain Tales from the Hills (188) ‘On the Strength of a Likeness”

March 1, 2018

FOOTSTEPS

I hear footsteps

from the floor above me ….

I hear footsteps

coming down the corridor

and soon from around the corner ….

I hear footsteps ….

Some I recognize ….

Some I’m wonder, “Whose!”

Some footsteps changed my life.

Some footsteps are no longer heard.

Does anyone wait for my footsteps?

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018

March 1st, 2018

March 1, 2018 

Thought for today: 

"Once I realized that Christianity is not a creed and that faith is more a matter of embodiment than of axioms, things changed." 

The Future of Faith by Harvey Cox

February 28, 2017

EVERY TIME, WELL SOMETIMES

Sometimes we're taking it easy -
like two cop cars just talking -
or two old boats just relaxing -
that is till a big noise comes into
the room roaring at us. Life has
the surprise of interruptions and 
sometimes the scream, "Come on 
get moving!" I rather be an old red 
or white rowboat - just sitting there 
enjoying the calm of the river than be 
a big bully motor boat filling the room.

© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2018

February 28, 2018

Black History Month Thought for today: 

"There will always be men struggling to change, and there will always be those who are controlled by the past." 

Ernest J. Gaines

February 27, 2018

 

SO THAT'S WHAT WE DO

Flowers fade,

so we give diamonds.

People die,

so we have gravestones.

We don't listen,

so the other screams.

We can't control each other,

so we pick our skin and drink our gin.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018