BOUNCE  EFFECT

Of course there is the bounce effect ….

Smiles beget smiles ….

Sound bounces off walls -

echoes in rooms and down the halls ….

Cells, microbes, germs, viruses,

squeeze against each other - as
people do in a a NYC subway car 

at 8:02 - on a going to work morning ….

Anger, screams, slamming noises

begets more and more angry noises ….

Every word - all aggression -

doesn’t just happen -

it’s loaded with the garbage barges

of nasty smells from up river ….

So let me place  these words

like a paper boat on the water

and let them float till they bounces into you ....

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018

June 7, 2018

Simply some simple music near the end of Spring.

June 7, 2018 

Thought for today: 

“People ‘died’ all  the  time …. Parts of them died when they made the wrong kinds of decisions - decisions against life.  Sometimes they died bit by bit until finally they were just living corpses walking around.  If you were perceptive you could see it in their eyes; the fire had gone out … you always knew when you made a decision against life…. The door clicked and you were safe inside - safe and dead.”  

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

June 6

Anniversary of the Death of Bobby Kennedy

June 6, 2018

THE  NEXT  MORNING 

We woke up the next morning -

hearing on the radio that

Bobby Kennedy had been shot

and killed the night before ….  

Martin Luther King had been

shot a few months earlier -

That’s two - two too many.

1968 was a bad year for USA.

Now it’s kids in classrooms and

people at parties and concerts.

As Judy Collins and Joan Baez

sang, “When will we ever learn?”

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018

June 6, 2018 

Thought for today: 

“Events, circumstances, etc. have their origin in ourselves.  They spring from seeds which we have sown.”  

Henry David Thoreau

June 5, 2018

MATTHEW  6:26,  28

Jesus, said, look at the birds of the air,

so I looked. Drones before drones,

planes before planes, birds soaring,

never boring, sliding down sleeves

of sky, riding on invisible alleys of air.

Jesus, said, look at the flowers of the field,

so I looked. Color before crayons,

statues before statues, dancing, waving,

gracing our world, scenting our air,

gifting us with soft silent silk beauty.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018

Cf. Matthew 6:26; Mathew 6: 28