Cold and inexorable,
a thief of what is rightfully his own:
that which I have come to love.
Home and space and constellations of people,
While the stars stay put
for generations to wish on.
Continue reading “Friend or Foe?”
An expectant mood permeated the room. Seven men, all of them close friends of Jesus, sat waiting. Continue reading “In the Light of Dawn”
Today I passed a man who carried within him
What I could not see, could not touch
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”