A Savage and Beautiful Truth
My idea of faith was positional.It would lift me above pain and madness,self-absorption and sadness. My idea of Church was a community of safetyand pleasantry; ...
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A poet lays a toy train car, a sea shell, and a small stone, on the buried ashes of her husband
When we made it to our 80’s, we said, let’s go for 90. But that cancer he took home from his mill job, those decades ago, finally got him. I keep looking...
The Dark Night of Amazement
Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your torrents; all your waves and your billows have gone over me. -Psalm 43 They look silver, those birds, that fly...
On a Trail Above the Chickakoo Lakes
One evening, on a trail above the Chickakoo lakes, we heard Amazing Grace played on bagpipes, coming across the wide valley and over the waters. It was l...