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 … Continue reading
March 17, 2015 · 2 Comments
Taking a cue from Jeremiah
“Why is my pain unceasing, my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Truly, you are to me like a deceitful brook, like waters that fail.” – Jeremiah 15: 18 So, … Continue reading
August 26, 2011 · Leave a comment
Jabbok Dawn 