Sundays are for weeping My vessel, full from the daily burdens ripple until the freedom of a dimmed room and acoustics tip the overflow And I am emptied Ritualistic- the words to worship wash over me and I join Sometimes. Sometimes as a prayer Sometimes as a backdrop to my most honest pleas with the … Continue reading Palm Sunday – a poem
Tangible Grace
In the Christian walk we understand grace to be the cornerstone of what we call the gospel. However, it falls into the realm of spiritual mystery- something unseen; felt, but intangible. And this is how God moves most of the time: in quiet unseen ways, we often see the answers to prayer and his workings … Continue reading Tangible Grace
New Year’s Reflection
As a teenager I would simply wander into the woods. Not thinking twice of who or what I might encounter, there was a spot where an enormous tree had fallen next to an old cabin. A one room home, with a porch and fireplace, all wooden, save the fireplace, and precariously still standing. I'd tiptoe … Continue reading New Year’s Reflection
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