The Stillness of Poetry, Part 2

"Be Thou my Sun, my selfishness destroy,Thy atmosphere of Love be all my joy;Thy Presence be my sunshine ever bright,My soul the little mote that lives but in Thy light."--Gerhard TersteegenOn such a day as this, with our Land facing such inner turmoil, my own heart is choosing to look up,to remain in that place ofStillness … Continue reading The Stillness of Poetry, Part 2 →

Except Ye Become Like Little Children

She walked in the door and ran over to me, her blond curls dancing along the way. Before her parents had barely said their "Hello, We made it!" she was on a mission to place an envelope in my hand. "Grandma, I made this for you! Open it, open it!" Her younger sister echoed the … Continue reading Except Ye Become Like Little Children →