Day 4: #Trust30 Project That which each can do best, none but his Maker can teach him. Where is the master who could have taught Shakespeare? Where is the master who could have instructed Franklin, or Washington, or Bacon, or Newton? . . . Shakespeare will never be made by the study of Shakespeare. Do... Continue Reading →
A Letter to Myself
Oh my child, You are safe in the palm of my hand In the curve of my lap. There is no falling, No breaking, no doubting. Here is a place of soothing voices, Loving arms and adoring eyes. You are a light on the world Just by being in it. Here on my lap in... Continue Reading →
Let It Bespoken 