retreating (a poem)

"May we take with us hearts that are prone to slow, eager to climb into the arms of our Heavenly Father and read His love story to us, to remember that this world is not our home."

fruit for the sowing (a poem)

So many voices each offering advice: What they think is right, wise, perhaps holy. The heart hitches on some and lets others wisp by, all the while praying for something solid. Something sure and trustworthy a route, though it leave callouses on my heart, that will bear fruit for the sowing. Because his eager mind... Continue Reading →

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