Diversity

A word, pictorial of the mind. Shades of black and white.  In and of itself, confusion of the tongues.

Shared, a community of family.  An uneasy truce. In and of itself, confusion of the heart.

God the father, mother, or none.  Faith kept eternal.  In and of itself, confusion of the soul.

Within the group, we stand alone.  Identity intact.  In and of itself,  the babel called diversity

 

 

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kietie

Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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