eyes of faith
I met a man in the grocery store with the face of a wandererAnd a cart full of hot dogsHe stopped me to tell me he saw faith in my daughter’s eyesThe faith he n...
I met a man in the grocery store with the face of a wandererAnd a cart full of hot dogsHe stopped me to tell me he saw faith in my daughter’s eyesThe faith he n...
If I were strong enough, I could bear this pleasure. But I am a mere mortal, and my vanities incline me to drink too deeply. The sweet drop, fitting in its plac...
One morning I woke up to discover the Trinity had a pillow fight the night before. Giant feathery flakes were floating from the heavens, the overflow of some se...
Mornings are longer and lighter when I look out the windows instead of staring into a screen. The urge for quick access to information strikes a surprising numb...
I used to boast that I could easily live without a computer. Now, I’m not so sure. In fact, there are some days I find myself almost enslaved to my laptop. The ...