Words of Light: Grace & Truth for Your Journey Home
She sat on the bridge rail Made of field stones, I sat on a mossy rock below Feet immersed in the ice Of May water running from Last month’s snow, Watching it fall and chuckle Over moss coated rocks. diamond & emerald Something about… Continue Reading “Like a River Glorious”
The farther I fall the more I grow. I look like lace, but inside I’m dirt. I’m soft as a feather, yet colder than stone. I’m seen more in multitude than alone. And just in case it’s not obvious enough. The answer is a… Continue Reading “Winter Riddle”
They never tell you when you move four and half hours away from home, cross an international border, and exchange the name “teacher” for the name “student” that you will face an identity crisis so piercing that it leaves you feeling empty. In the… Continue Reading “Framed”
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