I left the meeting today, confident and pleased with the progress
we were making. I closed the massive mahogany door, as my hand slid
off the heavy brass handle. With time to spare, I decided to look
at the decorations in the atrium.
The collection on the wall is private. Words and signatures of
those long ago departed, now belong to the current owners of the
Writings on the wall, a collection of signatures, letters, deeds,
tax letters and other correspondence from the past, near and far.
Richard Nixon "I hereby resign the Presidency of the
United States." Addressed to Henry Kissinger
S. T. Agnew letter
Gerald Ford Pardon of Richard Nixon
Pope John Paul
King Henry the 8th
The Queen of England (several)
Just to name a few
It got me to thinking today, those words on the wall, words from
men, with the exception of President Ford, long dead.
Chances are you and I will not have our words framed and translated
on any walls in public places. Chances are, few will ever remember
the words we say and write.
However, I offer one suggestion, lest we be somewhat dismayed that
our script will not be displayed. Write your words today and continually,
upon the hearts of those around you.
Perhaps then we can begin to heal our sick and twisted world of
the evils that befall us.
Today, there was yet another outburst against the youngest, the
I hope however, that if we write with words of love and compassion,
the evil amongst us, will never prevail.