The Day You Cried -- remembering the anniversary of your death

                                                     The Day You Cried



I remember the day you cried
It was the only time I saw
You shed a tear. You spoke about
Life without your Dad, how raw
You felt and how sad.

"I was fifteen" you said "when
Daddy died and Aunt Lillian
(your sister) was only eleven."
So you had to be the man
And take care of Mom.

Grandmother was forty-seven.
You helped her in the candy store.
She worked at night as a seamstress.
I do not remember much more
Of what you told me.

Except I remember you cried,
Looked at me. What was on your mind?
Did you know your time was so short?
Did you know the future I would find
Like you, an orphan?

When people die, the others cry
We sit apart and mourn.
It's not a new idea at all
That one should cry when we are born
To be left alone.

The Thaw

The Thaw

 My period of silence is at end
The poetry within me can be heard
Millenia of stillness are undone
By the persistent power of the word.

The words I'd kept inside were still as ice
Fully formed yet impossible to hear
Until some melting started them to flow
And tiny rivulets of words appeared.

The stream swelled slowly, growing, flowing
As gradually it warmed in light of day
Gently it formed a serious river
Where lazy birds may dream and fish can play.

Stand back! The flood of words is coming down.
An unsuspecting audience might drown.

a link to August Goforth's web page

therisenbooks.com

I have just listened to August Goforth's interview on Eldon Taylor's radio program "Provocative Enlightenment" aired on July 5th. Please take a look at the webpage for a link to the interview as well as the scientific paper that was discussed.
And if you haven't yet read his magnificent book "The Risen" please grab a copy and settle in for hours of enlightenment, enjoyment and a moving love story!

Many Thanks to Eldon Taylor!

Many thanks to Eldon Taylor for our interview yesterday on Provocative Enlightenment on Hay House Radio!
Thanks to all who listened or will listen via the archives and to all who participated in the live chat!
Eldon's questions were deep, insightful and a joy to answer.
Thank you so much for this opportunity!!!

Summer Morning

                                                      Summer Morning


                There is a time of summer morning
                When the city is not quite awake
                The sidewalks still a little chafed
                From the sanitation brushes.
                Night workers have returned home
               Their shades drawn so they might sleep
                Lights go on as other people greet the day.
                The air is warm and breezy
                Bringing smells of coffee and fresh baking
                To the few people on the street.
                The storefronts remain dark
                The soda shops and newsstands are open
                For the morning working crowd.
                I am standing at the bus stop
                Waiting for a friend
                We are going to the beach.
                Until she comes I am alone
                Recording this memory for the page.

Upcoming Radio Broadcast June 28th!

I will be talking about my book on Eldon Taylor's radio program "Provocative Enlightenment" on Hay House Radio on Tuesday, June 28th ! The show airs at 2:00 PM EDT live!
Please listen in, call in or chat via the live chat room.

Review on Amazon.com

Here is a review of "Jairus' Daughter" from a good friend, Aliceann Carlton !

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Jairus' Daughter is a book that, from beginning to end, reflects a vibrant tapestry of life and culture. I did not read this work to get to the end, but to savor the intricacies and the interweaving of lives as the storyteller, Sarah, comes to reflect upon them through her family members' eyes. While the journey for Sarah is the awakening of belief in Christ and the promise of hope and Christ within her heart, it is equally a portrait of her family's daily life and beliefs. She is able to portray the small matters of daily living that eloquently shape the beliefs and attitudes of Sarah's family members. Jairus' Daughter is also the chalice of a child trying to make sense of her father's long illness and death, experienced throughout the book through her eyes, heart, and as a physician, her intellect. In this sense the book serves as powerful testimony to the emotional and ancestral eternity of life. I thoroughly enjoyed Jairus' Daughter as a very readable and meaningful reflection of the mosaic of family, culture and beliefs that are a part of every person's history.

I highly recommend Jairus' Daughter as a thoroughly enjoyable and insightful book and commend Evelyn Weissman on her ability to weave a family tapestry that enlightens the reader's heart.