I can see a sliver of the sky out this window. Not much of it…
Tag: poetry
This Sunday marks the second week that our church is doing a sermon series on…
Winter is my least favorite season. I don’t know where T. S. Eliot got off…
Yesterday was a foggy morning. That fact prompted a couple of questions from my children.…
My son brought home an early Father’s Day gift,a rock he painted as a craft.I…
On the night of the Winter Solstice a traveler stops in the woods to watch…
In this season of sacrifice, amidst a world torn asunder, I turn my voice upon…