It’s Friday, People
It’s Friday, people, but Sunday’s comin’. Woke up in a haze, or a haz-mat suit made of twisted flannel sheets, …
Category: Hope
A Little Wren in Winter
She flits among the holly leaves,a tiny dappled short-winged wren;she sings with joy above the eaves,announcing hope throughout the glen. …
I Saw Poetry Today
I saw poetry today flying calmly in the wind, rested on a toddler’s shoulder and with two precious hands he …
A Benediction
When tomorrow shines upon you as it will, be the light not blinding to your eye; may it guide you …
The World I Wish
Everyone contributes here in his or her own way, as each is valued equally and has an equal say. Our …
Since Death Forgot to Take Me
Since death forgot to take me I’ll wile the earth away, And chase things that forsake me, And smile at …
Let It Begin
Let the children awake to the touch of sun and shadow. Let them sense the nearness of honest-to-goodness healing, and …
On a Snowy Night in Mariapfarr
Through drifting snow, young Josef made his way to Johann’s cottage, nestled in the trees. He’s come to bless their …