Musing: Three Parts

A Life.

One friend: fear-

Feet taking tentative steps.

Crushed herbs scent wafting upward,

Dawn brings new life.

A Love.

Pleasure: sweet-

Heart dripping honey.

Pine trees pointing heavenward,

Dew covered bodies entangled in love.

A Child.

Gentle ripples beneath crimson sky-

Cold mist entangled branches.

Molten rocks flickering skyward,

Different is every child.

David M. Brotherson 
Oct. 25, 2011

Hello Readers

Thanks for all of your support. Because of you, Under Construction has morphed into a beautiful butterfly. Do you remember how it looked back in May? Wow! Let us continue to build our communities. Together we stand, divided we fall.

I wish you well in all of your writing endeavors, and otherwise. And, again, thank you.

David M. Brotherson   

On Appreciating Women: What a Father Said to His Son

Some will come, soon to go;

Others to nurture, to watch you grow.

One will stay, will never go;

In such a woman are things to know.

Learn the poetry of her ways,

Bless her with your gaze,

And as she lives, for all her days,

Sing! Sing! Sing her praise!

David M. Brotherson

Nov. 05, 2004

A Psalm of David

Relax my weary soul this night

For you will not give up this fight;

The strong arm of the Lord is nigh

Fear not, soon will come the light.

 

My soul here desperately searches

Finding all my hearts dislikes;

Materials I have attained

Weigh heavy on my heart again.

When will I stop this madness?

Why do I insist I’m right?

My heart so filled with sadness

My tattered body refuses to fight.

Then dress me, anoint my wounds with oil,

Withhold my strength to stop my toil.

So, peacefully, I will rest in your bosom

And I whisper my last breath, Abba- your love so real.

David M. Brotherson
Nov. 12, 2003

Hello Readers

In appreciation of our diversity, a few additions have been made to the blog. First, a translator was added to accommodate English-as-a-Second Language (ESL), or non-English speaking readers. Second, a text-to-voice function was added to assist the visual impaired, or otherwise disabled. If there is any there is anything else I can do to make this blog more accessible, let me know. Enjoy!

David M. Brotherson

The Town Beyond the Wall

The Town Beyond the Wall is a little book with big meaning. Its physical dimensions are 4.25X7X.75 inches, 189 pages. This is one of about forty books written by Elie Weisel, marking the early years in his commitment to never forget the holocaust. In this semi autobiography, Weisel neither stumbles nor stutters as he explores, in true prose, the insidious nature of evil. He tells the truth boldly. This little book is packed with psychological and philosophical insights. In true Weisel form, a mirror is thrust in front of the reader, and human nature: the capacity for evil, is revealed. There is nothing prosaic about a work by Weisel. Read and weep; weep and grow.