Your unknown intervention
Birthdays, anniversaries—arrive. You pause, as though at a stream, and watch memories flow by, roll over rocks, trickle over stones. You step in the shallows, c...
Birthdays, anniversaries—arrive. You pause, as though at a stream, and watch memories flow by, roll over rocks, trickle over stones. You step in the shallows, c...
Listenwhen the body has quit asking for anythingbut calmand the ears linger on the old songsof Leonardand parties with family becomeholyand the head pleads for ...
God the Father by Cima da Conegliano, c. 1515 I like to think that Grow Mercy brings you the universally important scuttlebutt. So it’s probably worth men...
It is hard to believe God lives outside the house of earth,beyond the lawn of stars, and the fenced-yard universe, out in the timeless cold, his raw breath, his...