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Written After a Sunday Morning’s Walk

I may be drenched in a singular sorrow: the rain soaking me to the weary bone, but I hold up my palms and praise the Lord. I may be walking on cold concrete with shackled feet, dragging the feet of lead on a fearful path, but I hold up my palms and praise the Lord.… Continue reading Written After a Sunday Morning’s Walk

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April’s Blessings

April brings the end of the semester spasms, hiccups of late nights and early mornings that drown into days of oblivion. April brings the gentle showers of spring rain, feeding the thirsty cherry trees and sprigs of grass. April serenades a sea of hopeful green: the velvet green that we tread on, the newborn green budding… Continue reading April’s Blessings

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The Resident

beep.  “We need you at the outpatient clinic right now.”  The resident staggered through white halls like a drunk man, his brain was slow as a pair of pajamas, his mouth, still salivating from the thought of a warm sandwich and soup. He saw the patient X walking towards him – the one he was operating on earlier…… Continue reading The Resident

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High Mountains

The snow-covered gaoshan stand before me like gentle white giants. Below, the frozen lake sits meditatively. I admire the birds’ sweet tune, a purposeful melody that mirrors the wafting of the maple leaves down the tree. Like the lake, my body is frozen into sobering stillness. Stillness ushers in a wave of sweet serenity. Inspired by Li Bai,… Continue reading High Mountains