sonnet imperfect
How do I love Thee? And what stands in pure love’s way? The only way I know is to love these ones You have given me. But they are imperfect and I find my ...
Author: Lindsey Gallant
Open palms
There comes a time when you realize that you are grasping on to something that has already slipped through your fingers. The pain of the closed fist becomes gre...
Kingdom Field Notes – February 14
The sweetest water sings the song of descent. When the river tries to hold it in, hold it back, it floods with muddy silt, the stench of stagnancy. The music dr...
Single-Handed Theology: Naptime Prayer
A child prays and all of heaven leans in for the whisper. “Dear God, thank you for this beautiful boy and the house that you made. Thank you for giving Jack and...
Kingdom Field Notes – February 11
The memory of a vision warms a winter morning. How is it that one can remember something which hasn’t happened yet? This place is full of those wrinkles in time...