Sunday, October 05, 2003


A fluttering wisp of light that glinted off a rearview mirror forcing my mind to ignore the words I was hearing and to focus my attentions elsewhere. Those words might have inspired or convicted, but I never heard them.

I've seen him.

The snide humor that was written by an adult, but spoken by a child on TV that made the room, including me, erupt in laughter. It was only later, upon reflection, that I winced.

I've seen him.

What once was innuendo is now blunt and raw and apparently accepted. When did that happen?

I've seen him.

I see him.

Thank God, I at least still see him.