It was His final, fully human deed.
Category: poetry
a word of hope, #2
Consequences are the hardest debts I pay.
a word of forgiveness, #1
I should say what he said then and start anew.
going home by train
Trains make sorry boats.
a web of grief
In ancient Israel mourners displayed their grief by smiting their chests and tearing their clothes. For seven days, at least, they wouldn’t dress themselves, make their bed, take a bath, or do any work at all. I understand that. Today we mourn the loss of a young man in our church. And no one feels… Continue reading a web of grief
the daysman 