401 reverie
The wooded hills beckon in the evening sunfallThe bare brown carpet invites spring invites me to come up and commune with the strength of the oaks and the delic...
The wooded hills beckon in the evening sunfallThe bare brown carpet invites spring invites me to come up and commune with the strength of the oaks and the delic...
Father of peace and healing, You are the one who breaks insurmountable dividing walls. Make a footbridge of peace over troubled waters. Where disappointment and...
In the effort to detach myself from the computer over Lent, a new pile emerged on the coffee table. I came to call this pile (which varied over the weeks) my ...
The Forks of the Credit are swollen with the force of spring. Heaven’s thoughts, hurled down in the rain and snow, are now converging to water the earth. The wa...
I’ve been slow to post because I’ve given up much of computer time for Lent! In the absence of the glowing screen and its habitual power over my fre...