A prickly waking
Curled unseen tight-packed glory whispers. Stretches. Bursts prickled grave clothes. She wakes thus to Love. Slowly. Spines tight-clung to her edges. 'Take off the grave clothes and let her go."…
What He whispers through the poppies
Today it's poppies that speak in their simple, extravagant beauty. Love: “the resolve to make the loved one great.” (J.I.Packer) His love is a love that weaves beauty into the…
When life disappoints
A day into my three day retreat and I am walking with the travelers on the road to Emmaus. Disappointed. Confused. “But we had hoped. . . “ Their honest…