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CITY DISPATCH In the cities of this world, one theme runs the same over and over again. A young man, woman, or a family enters the city gates with enthusiasm after burning all the bridges behind them and conquering the city ahead of them no matter how old or new.  And on the other side the same numbers, give or take little exits the city gates, and vows never to return as they have plowed this concrete farmland to no avail. The bells toll for both, who come and go. But never for the ones who stay behind to endure its travails. GOD BLESS YOU May all be well with you DMD

Memories of a Funeral. It’s well past midnight. I sit beside an oil lamp in a city that sleeps late, as we all ponder the events of today. It’s the last hurrah of summer and the shadows of winter have crept in ever so slowly into this season of despair. We were robbed by the death of a beloved brethren, and this closed and tight community feels the loss of terribly. We are what we are, and who we are, and then there is the family, the neighbors, and friends. Who am I to the departed, I still don’t know, but I am here to say “Goodbye.” Early this evening darkness came early, and grave diggers were busy at the cemetery plot.   I could smell the freshly dug earth, and when all was said and done, as we all stood around I could hear the wooden coffin scrape the sides of the grave as it gently settled at the bottom, in the bosom of mother earth. I turned towards my sister and whispered in her ear, “he was very old, we are still very young, and we have a long way to go. “ She said “True,...

City Confessions. Here we only speak of  "Truth, and Forgiveness,’’ Parishioner said, “Bless me father because I have sinned.” The priest replied, “Why? “ “Where did you come up with that one? ‘’ “I will bless you when you do good, And condemn you if you do bad.’’ “Blessing you after you after you have sinned is not an option.’’ “Forgiveness that’s another chapter” The priest said, “My dear child, you have lost your way let me show you the path.’’ “The truth can be told in a second. But lies take a lifetime to deny. Was the serpent ever in your ears, did the evil one beguile you? ‘’ “So what do you want? “ “Forgiveness or condemnation. “ Suddenly the confession box grew awfully cold, as the priest pressed his ears harder to hear the answer. The repentant left and was well down the street to another church with a more lax and understanding Padre   God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

Love mysterious love . A Letter to my ethics and my morality, what else is left? Why stand at the edge of anything? Leap, leap into the abyss of love and embrace it fervor thusly, and meet s omeone at infinity and oblivion at the river they call emotion. Why go to the ocean edge and not even wet thy feet What’s the point of it all? Fill thine ears with wax, and hear no mournful cries, of lovers past. Hear no tales that might lure you away.   ‘’ Do not be lured away.” I pray thee, to hurry and take flight in the bosom of a siren's sweet song. Fly as this might be the very last time you may cross the impassable reef, the thin veil of unfaithfulness. Kismet brings strangers together so they can love. Kismet makes strangers into lovers. But fate does and has the final answer. God Bless You May all be well with you? DMD

Saddle up and buckle up  In this world, the disorder is very closely followed by the ordered life. Because one knows fully well that when humanity drops its guard it will surely win tomorrow. Just as the night brings mischief, and undoes the work of saints and angels, in this world. You must do your bit to bring, the order in this life, while you still have the time and the right inclinations. So, brethren, I say “ Saddle up and buckle up .”   Be generous, you are on the edge of giving, the wondrous gifts of Love, humility, peace, kindness, and sincerity. Give generously to each other, and to those in need or teach others who do not have the knack of it, and the lack of it. Season Greeting God bless you May all be well with you DMD

A Message of Love and Hope to the people Edo. As we stand on distant shores and gaze upon you and your country. Our heart goes out to you, in your hour of need, and we are truly sorry for your loss. Winter is fading slowly. Spring is almost here. Summer is rising fast. Glimpses of cherry blossoms. Yet another moon, yet another, blossom. In this dream of yours and mine, under a lifeless tree. Don't give up. God bless you. May all be well with you. DMD

Oh, Ma... I miss you! We shall all meet again. Oh, mother, I miss you. Mother, you cried for me when you brought me into this world, you did not care if I was a saint or a thief, we were both of sin. Yet you cried for me some more when I left you for the journey back home. But who mourned for thee, your village, your family, your loving pets. Who mourned for thee?  your neighbors and acquaintances, I do not know.  But I know, it was not the Parish , Priest. God bless you May all be well with you. DMD