The Spectator

“ Come gather 'round people/Wherever you roam/…  Come writers and critics/Who prophesize with your pen/And keep your eyes wide…   Come senators, congressmen/Please heed the call/Don't stand in the doorway/Don't block up the hall/For ____that gets hurt/Will be ____who has stalled/There's a battle outside ragin'./It'll soon shake your windows/And rattle your walls…”

Lives are streams flowing into the same river towards whatever heaven lies in the mist beyond the falls. Find Green, find joy in your life in the coming days.