An open letter to the Lord God complaining about the abundance of sickness and suffering
Let me begin by thanking you for delight. For I’ve sat in city parks listening to stories from mouths and eyes that know the earth, and at moments, the wo...
Let me begin by thanking you for delight. For I’ve sat in city parks listening to stories from mouths and eyes that know the earth, and at moments, the wo...
I would like to say how, and in what way, this day matters. Why Easter still matters. How the story matters. I would like to explain how Easter may be a comfort...
The following is a kind of polemical poem, written against myself, inspired in part, in edging close to the end of a 25-year career in social care with Hope Mis...
At the beginning of every year I read the same book. A book Herman Melville called the, “. . . truest of all books.” A book Thomas Wolfe said was, “the highest ...