Place your hurt upon this stick
place your hurt upon this stickthrow it out upon the river let the river take it let it go in the desertin the dry waiting airlet the wind bear it away clap it ...
place your hurt upon this stickthrow it out upon the river let the river take it let it go in the desertin the dry waiting airlet the wind bear it away clap it ...
You set everything aside for four days and stand in a river of rhythm and sound. There are shallow places, warm and lovely for wading; sometimes you are up to y...
I suppose this little poem is a kind of exhale—an airing on the principal failure, as I see it, of too many churches and Christian organizations. A failure that...