Get the Web of Enlightenment in Your Email.

The Man and the Mask


When you paint with a broad brush you blot out the humanity of your fellow man. You see only the color you have laid over the world and fail to realize this is not the tint of reality but a cataract in your eye.
People are not bound by the color of their skin or the uniform they wear. They are not just black, white, or police officers. They are husbands and wives, mothers and fathers, sons and daughters. And violence ignores this fact. It takes not only the life it targets, but a huge chunk of everyone connected to that person.
Tragically, this is final. They never see their father, mother, son, or daughter again. This week far too many mothers and fathers, sons and daughters have cried. Sadly, their tears will continue for the rest of their life.

My Psychic Imprint



Click here to read My Psychic Imprint, an extremely personal poem about innocence, pain, addiction, growth, and rebirth published on my new site, HenryHarbor.com