The World is Spilling Over with Good People
Early this morning standing in rain:sparrow and junco soaking in song,quail content in blackberry tangle,radiance coming up through wet gravel; look closer, the...
Category: Grace
Divine Wisdom
In the annals of the world affairs, a tiny thing happened. (As recounted by Rachel, whose name I’ve chose to change.) Rachel pulled her car into a Starbuc...
If I write you a poem for Christmas
If I write you a poem for Christmasit will have dragonflies and lilies and something made with barn-board. That’s because I’ve consulted a close friend of...
Some Kind of News
It’s taken some time to trade the robe of Morning News for a walking stick and comfortable pair of hiking shoes. And now when I see that stained bedraggled cove...