Saturday, March 1, 2014


* I experienced a very powerful spiritual outpouring in my travels as I crossed the border from Guatemala into Honduras some years ago.  Both my parents, who accompanied me, felt it too.  

Voices in the borderlands
Call with desperate tones to me.
Thousands, millions in a chorus
Voices of a memory.

Yet beseeching, ever crying
Dost thou not remember we
All these voices ever reaching
Echoes from eternity.