Monthly Archives: August 2017

When the screams come from Houston The structure of the complicated politics, names, and pronunciations tumbled down When words cannot rescue a baby in an incubator Dunkirk style small boats will Do not wait for the grand scheme to appear … Continue reading →

When I come down from the Holy Mountain I pray that I should not find people dancing around golden calf shouting, “we are not going to be replaced.”   They thought that God was dead and I was gone They … Continue reading →

I look at my peach tree in my backyard I pass all the signs on the Balfour Blvd, “Peaches,” “Pick Yourself!,” “Towns Best!” and come home to greet my one and only old peach tree It is old, wrinkled, and … Continue reading →

When I see a kingfisher and dragonflies My heart sings praises When I hear stones falling into a well My soul praises God They just awake my inner castle and make it a sanctuary of the One.   Your body … Continue reading →