The Eve 1973
I bow my head in prayer and ask the Father of us all for guidance.
It is the Eve of the most hallowed day in all of Christendom, and I am alone.
He was born among us, then died among us,
Yet He too was alone when forsaken.
The choir sings its anthem as flames of candles dance,
Casting light upon the humble congregation.
Where is the future?
Where is my new birth?
Whisper softly, “Merry Christmas.”
Basic Training
With some unknown sense
I felt his stare
upon my neck.
He stalk’d me,
trail’d my every move
and now
victory was in his reach.
I turned slowly,
gazed into my enemy’s eyes
and knew I was finished.
He laughed,
smiled and taunted,
then fired.
I grabbed my burning stomach,
and fell to the ground
still hearing his laughter.
I would get even
after lunch,
for war was only a game
when we were young.
*My 1970 Protest Against Viet Nam. This piece is just as relevant today as it was when first written.
About
Many of my friends say that I’m a “Child of the Sixties” and I must agree.
Over the years I have gone from a “Goldwater Republican” too a “Robert Kennedy Democrat” and find no contradiction in that switch.
As a distant relative to Judge Learned Billings Hand, often called the “First Free Speech Judge”, I come by “Liberalism” honestly and naturally.
Growing up I always wanted to be a writer, no wonder I enjoyed the Walton’s when it was a hit TV show, and blame that “bug” on Mr. Backus (11 grade English) and the Warren Harding publication “The Cauldron.”
Born in England of an English “Mum” and a “Yank” Dad has given me a more “Continental” outlook on the social and political aspects of life, plus throw in Viet Nam Era Vet, Kent State University student May 4th, 1970; Businessman; First openly gay male to run for public office in Warren Ohio; An elected John Kerry Alternate-Delegate to the 2004 DNC; In a committed life partnership for 20 years and you have the internals of what makes this “Baby Boomer” tick.
“If you don’t stand for something, then you’ll fall for nothing.”
I now invite you all to read my thoughts, touch my soul and let me bare my flesh, naked in the light of words.
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