Our Poetry

“They were unclean and unwell, with oozing sores and wounded hearts.
He touched them anyway…”

A Letter for the One Who’s Waiting
“There is no way around the ache of the human soul. There is no detour through the pain.”

Grief on a Spindle
“So spin my grief upon Your spindle, Gently draw out yarn afresh…”

One Leaf
“One leaf, Most beautiful in death. In a final gasp of color, sends its lifeblood to a safer place. And dies…”

The Great Rescinder
“I am not going to surprise you with a curse or hurt you for reasons unknown and confusing. Because I AM good…”