Two things you can do with a rock: you can add it to a pile of stones stacked atop one another in layers, the ones at the top pressing down to the ones...
Poetry
Soul, seek yourself in Me. And through Me, seek Me in yourself. How lucky, cherished soul, to be able to design yourself in Me. No painter, no matter how...
In the wild We join hands With the sacred, the tempted, the defiled. All become one In the desert dance Under the penetrating sun. In this place of wilderness...
Only a God with a sense of humor would invent the Brussel sprout: miniature green skull concealed beneath cowls of many shades of green, opening to dozens of...
Unloading from our Sunday drive to the Edmondite shrine, I stretch my back stiff from the road and poor sleep as my kids shout, bolting for the beach to cast...
The stone walls stay cool on this late summer afternoon. Bushels of golden apple light tumble through my small window, casting a yellow square on the floor...
Haws push through tips of thorny branches, turn from green to red, scent of meadowsweet rises on wings of gladness while pink blackberry blossoms emerge with a...
God’s Beauty O Beauty far beyond all beauties of the world, you cut without pain, and painlessly you ruin the love of mere creatures. What a knot you tie from...
Was he always like this – since you were little boys? Irresponsible, self-indulgent, immature, But your father doted and declared, “playful, fun, what joie de...
