How I See It: Reflections on spirituality, technology, and the art of everyday life

A Valentine's Day Poem about "Beauty"! Happy St. Valentine’s Day! If someone came to me and asked me to create “Beauty,” I would be lost. For all that I could do is try to make a duplicate of you! I would try to make this “Beauty” as caring as you are. I would raise it near a stream, where it could go for walks with a cat and could learn humor and love. I would have this “Beauty” rescue the cat in a thunderstorm so it would learn compassion and passion. I would try to duplicate your upbringing, but I would never have the heart to temper this “Beauty” the way your pain has tempered you, or show it the ugliness that you have seen. And so, it would not be able to shine the way you do and could only be a piece for show — not a real living person like you are, and therefore it would not be truly beautiful at all. Through this education, this “Beauty” would develop a beautiful soul like the one I see radiating from you. Of course, I would connect that soul w...

Disciple or lover of God? Who am I Copyright © 1995 by Odell Sneeden Hathaway III Who am I? I am the prince turned into the spider—or maybe I am just the spider who thinks he could one day be a prince. I am sitting on the edge of the sink watching the young woman washing her hair. All I can do is stare up at that glorious sight, intoxicated by it. And when she tries to chase me away, because she knows that I could be hurt by the water she is using, I just sit there staring up until a drop of water flies off her hand and lands on me—burns me and crushes me. And as I lie there dying, I can see her concern for me, and as I die I hope that my death will bring me closer to her and turn me into her prince. Who am I? I am a baby lying in my crib crying, wanting, and needing. My mother gives me a rattle. I play with it and soon find that it is not what I want—it is not what I need. I quickly become bored and start to cry again. This time my mother gives me a pacifier, and...