She called me an angel sent by God. “I know some people who have other opinions,” I thought to myself Because, well, I do And because well, I have that voice in my head And because well, I’m just human. I was just filling her tank with gas. I just wanted to help. To listen.ContinueContinue reading “Angels at the Gas Station”
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On retreat – A poem
I went walking this morning The air hung heavy with moisture As the winter lets go And the rain softly falls The light—perfect So that the beech leaves—shaking at the slightest breeze— glowed. The eerie – white – yellow leaves have begun to fall And I smile, think how much they remind me of feathers —angelContinueContinue reading “On retreat – A poem”
Jabbok Dawn 