Last night our little church participated in a district meeting to hear a deliberation from our Regional Bishop concerning disassociation from the Global Methodist Churches. We have to ...
If I ever walked with Jesus, what should I tell him? Should they be words uttered by the wise which I had intended to apply in my own life, but that I haven’t? Should I admit that the...
Echoes of yesteryear pass down in… from tree to tree as the seasons p… They are the melodies of the whisp… that sing through the branches as… An Autumn song to the falling lea…
Two lovers on skates, music weavers weaving into one, one dream, one ballade, one sunset… one rhapsody, one song, one space, soaring, upward lifting,
The bar up in the highest highland… where perfection earned its keep with its gold medals glistening in… and its feet entrenched in pride, the pride of wisdom earned
Big man up in the little sky at the concordant podium, waking up from his deep sleep, hears the cries of the parched ear… sensing the anxiety of the farmers…
The Selfish Poet He told his loved one to sit alone Without a word being spoken Too wrapped up in himself to be co… His feelings are in his words alon…
Data, covered in spider webs and m… With sad eyes and incarcerated hea… With heavy feet and immobile spiri… With plastic smiles and metal lips… Living in black houses with no win…
Fragile shoots from tender floweri… from father vines and mother’s mil… rise up on unsteady legs to find the way and kiss the sun, stretching out into fruited vineya…
Silent Hearts To know without knowing To discern without discerning To taste without tasting To dance without dancing
Time to dress up for the gala of s… Heralding in the new with life and… Every ear heedful to Mother Natur… Finds everything scurrying up to m… The grasses peaking up through the…
Clouds of supple forming, slaves of the whimsical winds, moldings of the hot and cold, sculptors of the unsettled skies, the cathartic rants of the tempest…
While Mr. Jamison was walking his dog in the woods one day, he stepped on a big rock and turned his ankle in the process. What a klutz. His house wasn’t too far away, so he was able to ...
Her Celestial Voice I heard the language of the Gods As if through melodious goldenrods Songs of lament, joyful, and pure Then life became an exotic overtur…
In the world outside the wolves ru… free to hunt and kill on Savage I… where God is God and wolves are w… out to kill as the food chain move… Civilization is in the taming yet…