God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…

I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…

It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you

I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.

Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days

Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.

There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?

Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows

My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me

Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.

I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.