Every coffee shop in the world
What we have here is a grey Burnaby day that could just as well be a grey day anywhere in the world. What we have are great heaps of mist and cloud that could s...
Category: Mercy
In the name of Love
Years ago an unimportant and diffident man was giving a tour of a homeless shelter—of which he was manager. Requests for tours were not overly frequent and they...
Impulse toward spirit
Oh do not ask me who I am, for I would forget. What I dare not remember, Running from my memory with tired legs, With His mercy like an unclaimed mongrel, Follo...