I’m about half-way to finishing my fourth book, The Anonymity of Waiting, which I plan to self-publish in 2024. Below is a poem about something that goes through my mind from time to time when people sneeze. (Yes, there is philosophy even in a sneeze 😆).
Because of its timelessness, wisdom is often mistaken as cliche. But from time to time, we are startled to realize what we took for granted, what we dismissed as commonplace, was wisdom hiding in plain sight.
Nothing to Sneeze At “Bless you!” The words are out of my mouth before I know it. I consider giving mock thanks to the person’s angel for catching her soul and returning it to her body rather than letting it fly out on a sneeze. But I reign my tongue and hold my breath for a moment wondering what it would be like to live in a world where plagues, famines, wars, and infant mortality make every day like the end of days where air and soul are so mingled life can fly away on a breath a world I recognize with a gasp because it is ours.
A Wandering Minstrel 