Let the heart be moved again
by the green hills, grass whistles, willow huts and pillow forts of...
Category: Hope
Early in the morning you enter my mind.
It happens like this: I’ll be sitting outside and the reclining light of a near full moon will glance off my shoulder onto my fingers and let me, make me, work ...
Brilliance and sorrow and a church door
Mid-September and Sirius, the brightest star, the “Dog Star”, is in the south-eastern sky. From my little patio, I see it at 5 AM rising over a peaked roof acro...
Let Jack and Mavis take you to church
I walked outside at four in the morning, stepped down off the deck and rounded the cabin. The birds had started their predawn songs. Two robins in particular we...