Whole

I have found that we all are connected.

Being here by the ocean I feel its connection with the stars, with the moon...

The earth truly does live in a universe.

We are all a part of it.

I feel connected to the ocean

We are made of the same sum and substance.

And further, I feel connected with other human beings here

We are all one and the same.

We're made out of the same flesh and blood

We are brothers and sisters

and the earth is our mother and the universe our father.

We should all help each other,

lift one another.

We're all here on this earth together.

We're all the same.

Yes we are individual,

but none of us,

NONE of us are so different-

no matter our

color

race

religion

face

culture...

to be left out.

God is our real father in Heaven,

He connects each one of us to the whole.

He is each of ours dad

and all of ours dad.

We are more kin than we realize to

the stranger on the bus

the fisherman in his boat

the businessman in his tie

the terrorist with his bomb

the adulterer

the priest

the professor

the gang member

the starving child half way across the world (whom we've all thought about...)

our children

our parents

even our own spouse...

If we could only grasp what we really all mean to each other... maybe then...

I don't know- maybe then we would have peace... within our own selves and with each other.

I don't know, maybe I'm just an idealist...

-Alexandra Crafton

Although i sit here all wet and drippily

Photo By Allie Crafton

Although i sit here all wet and drippily

My fingers ask me sweetly if they can write

So I decide to let them

I also let my tongue taste the ice cream

and the rain

I also let my lips touch the flower

My flowers you gave me are little golden moons

the pink edges speak to me

and tell me they are mine

the white complements my eyes you say

so do the little golden moons my sunshine I say 

"where are we going?" my feet ask me

My heart tells them "I do not know"

but my eyes ask to linger on the flowers

my roses are drooping

my plumerias wet

He made me sit and think

He made me walk and laugh

What are you thinking my head likes to ask

My hands tell my mind, "do not worry about it

for you never can tell

on a night like this

for she smells change in the air"

"Do you see the curtains" my hair asks my arms?

"Do you see how they kiss her face?"

I tell my little ones

"I think I love the curtain

he bids me to look behind him"

What is behind the curtain?

The chimes try to answer

but only in looking will I find...

Although I sit here all wet and drippily

My fingers ask me sweetly if they can write

"Give us a moment," they whisper,

"and let us show you where your heart can take you"

"But where am I going?"

my heart tries to ask

"But where am I going?"

I venture to ask

and then the curtain covers up my keyboard

it gives me a hug

come

come it calls

come and find

it's quite dark out there

on the window are the

dripping dots.

they ooze down

carrying their stories

"i bet if you put your ear up close,"

I tell the curtain,

"you can here them whisper"

They've always told me stories...

two and blue

and in the car seat

and it's gone

it is over

and done.


- Alexandra Crafton

Life's Bloomabilities

Life is so rich- simply throbbing with the 


myriad of wonders of our universe! There is 


much to discover, to be passionate 


about...the function of our bodies and their


 tiny cells is miraculous; the fluidity of a 


ballerina's grace can captivate and enchant 


any hard soul; the magnificence of a nebula 


is literally breathtaking; even the simple 


sound of pure joy that bubbles out of a child's 


laugh seems to take us nearer to heaven and 


its angels then any other kind of experience. 


There is beauty to be found e v e r y w h e r 


e; the trash on the side of the highway is a 


great place to start looking for it and inside 


ourselves is a great place to end up, but 


there is no end to God's handiwork and 


beauty! The human race itself is a 


remarkable feat. Look at how much we know 


of the world around us....look at how much 


we don't know! When I think of this I wonder 


how can we NOT go on to study, learn, and 


attend universities for the rest of our lives!??!


-Alexandra Crafton

i thank You God for most this amazing

photo by: Allie Crafton

i thank You God for most this amazing


day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees


and a blue true dream of sky;and for 


everything


which is natural which is infinite which is yes


(i who have died am alive again today,


and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth


day of life and love and wings:and of the gay


great happening illimitably earth) 





how should tasting touching hearing seeing


breathing any-lifted from the no


of all nothing-human merely being


doubt unimaginable You? 





(now the ears of my ears awake and


now the eyes of my eyes are opened)




- ee cumings

I Would Pick More Daisies

If I had my life to live over, I'd dare to make more mistakes next time. I'd relax, I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I'd have fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I'm one of those people who live sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I've had my moments, and if I had it to do over again, I'd have more of them. In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I've been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat, and a parachute. If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter than I have.

If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dances I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would Pick more daisies.

- Nadine Stair