Why beauty calls to us
The sun draws us all with her warmth. Blossoms burst open on bare stems, life pouring forth too urgently to await the slower springing of leaves. Robins hop and sing,…
When you wait long
I read them this morning, words of emptiness and ache. Words of deep hope. “We do not see our signs. . .” Along with our signs, our emblems, we…
When you’re in between
Today the world rests in-between. Still half-dressed in the brightness of autumn, she has donned a soft, white coat. Before still clings, peeking out beneath new. In this place,…