Writings, prayers, dreams and excerpts from years of private journals
Poem From a Thrift Store Parking Lot
The clouds look like soft touches from a paint brush, billowy white with pink-blossomed centers. All it takes for[…]
Window to Everything
This place is a small sliver of light — a burst of bright. I’m sitting in the rectory watching[…]
The Heart You Gave Me
Keep your promises my Lord, my God. Hide me under your wings from my troubles and all my enemies[…]
If He Looks at Me at All
If He looks at me at all, He will find me illuminated by a strange fire. I’ve taken my[…]
Prodigal Path
Across the open field, my father saw me. How he recognized me from so far away, I don’t know.[…]
Thanks for Everything
Everything under the sun belongs to you. The sun itself and the heavens and things we haven’t seen are[…]