An expectant mood permeated the room. Seven men, all of them close friends of Jesus, sat waiting. Continue reading “In the Light of Dawn”
Your love, O Lord, has substance I can feel,
A weight that holds this anxious wand’rer still,
Arrested by the strange, forgotten peal
Of heart-strings played at their Creator’s will.
Spirit, you promised me joy!
And I know better than to pretend that
but my heart is heavy in my chest. Continue reading “Joy in the Narrow Way”