Words of Light: Grace & Truth for Your Journey Home
I had a conversation yesterday that blessed me immensely and I hope it blesses you. It includes two boys whom I will call Adam (8) and Matt (6). Me: Good morning Boys: Good morning Adam: I like your dress. It’s pretty. Me: (looking down… Continue Reading “He Said”
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 third part of the “Toronto Trilogy” She Worships …raising her hands above her creamy coffee-toned skin and tight, dark curls. …closing her eyes and singing along with the praise song. …leaning against the sprightly, accountant-type, balding husband of hers. He Worships …joining our… Continue Reading “She Worships”
Somewhere, between watching the ferry open it’s gaping mouth as the sun woke the world and stepping off the pontoon unto the sturdy board dock, it happened. Perhaps, it came along the road sketching curlicues ’round lakes, wiry conifers, and mounds of quartz. Settling… Continue Reading “Travel Journal: Northern Reflections I”
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