What has become of common sense and decency? Perhaps it has been quarantined off with our sick and vulnerable. Where are the days when thinkers would think, diplomats were diplomatic, and caretakers cared. When visiting the sick and welcoming the stranger was understood as something godly and right. I long for the days before judgment…

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Our words leave marks on others’ souls, We paint in wisdom or stain like fools. Ask yourself what hues you leave, What you’re teaching to believe . Pushing down or helping fly? Acts that scar or beautify? Shades of kindness, hope, and joy Words to build and not destroy? Because our wounds turn into weapons,…

I prayed long to find you, Scott, my dear, A golden soul who loves most sincere. Your way of agape filled my heart, Revealing your kindness from the start. We learned many things these twenty years, Each seed of glory watered by tears. A live discourse between faith and grace Brought peace, love, and joy…

I see the dance of Gilgal in the wings of hummingbirds.I hear the robin’s song of praise sung as faith assured. I feel the Spirit’s holy breath in gales and gusts of wind.I meditate on ancient stones that tell where grace has been. I witness love outpouring in cascades of waterfalls.I consider the divinity in…

I wrote , “A Soul’s BECOMING : an Anthology of  Sea shells” as an affirmation of BECOMING’s 12 tools of faith and as a sonnet of PRAISE to my GOD, whose Spirit is ever speaking through His creation A Pond’rous Ark was I, O Lord, alone, A heavy-laden clam beneath the sea. In pain, with…

Wisdom, be our sister; Understanding, be our kin. Birds and fish, please minister, O Sea Cross, do weigh-in. It’s fear we’ve given into. It’s pain we hold too dear. Lord, teach us to release it, That our lenses become clear. For self and wealth, we all have striven, Misusing eyes and hands once given. Our…

the-promised-land.mp3 Where O Lord is that land of your promise, The one flowing with milk and with honey? Broken and distant, covered in fragments, We buzz like bees but make nothing. We ache to belong and partake of your goodness, Not only to blossom but bear fruit. We give of our wombs, yet we labor…

“Hey, Mom!” Came the worried voice of our 9-year-old, Leah, “When I was getting this string from the basement, I could hear the toilet running, and it smells horrible down there.” SEWER WATER was gushing into our finished basement and storage areas from out of the basement toilet and bathtub.  By the looks of it,…