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 ...
Category: love
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...
Remembrance Day
Today, the prayers are punctured with cannon shot. Today, the river runs red with mud, swollen with the memories of lives swept away. Today, children stand in t...
Pour – a communion reflection
You pour your love into our hearts. Yes, in this I can and must hope, for I come to communion empty, drained out by the steady drip of day-after-day. And what c...
One red balloon
Once upon a one year old, a little boy fell in love with a red balloon. It was your very first birthday party. There was a blue frosted boat cake with a candle,...