A story of how God met me in my judgment of others. Yikes.

And now is a good time to think of the sacrificial love that the 405,399 men and women gave who died in WWII.

Shadow man stalks near the gate

Just beyond my soul

I know he’s dead but there he waits

To thwart my sacred role

Warmth of sun now stirs the sap

So later on the leaves will clap