midnight, floodlights
purse seiners packed in tight
anchored on the fragile shoal
shadows play on the white wall
dune grass, needle, leaf of tree
gallows rising from the sea
back and forth the tenders run
salmon gathered one by one
                                      
                                 the struggle and the toil
                                                                      
                                                         the silver flashing fins
                                                                                          
                                                                            leaping from the net

                                                                                            slipping back within

Who am I,
Who should I be,
I have no clue,
But I question thee.

An answer unknown,
To both you and me,

To who seeks,
To who questions,
To who does not believe
That one remains unchanged!

I made my way
Through the raging years
To a certain tenderness
And I've known
A grown man's tears
And the agony of emptiness

And in my time
I have done and seen
More than I could stand
But what was then
And wherever I've been
I'm just another tired man

                             By Phil Roberts

It's been awhile since I've visited here... a lot has happened.

the day
when even the not so faithful
were tempted to pray
for the health of the nation