Today I sit quietly at home
Allowing it to be my home again,
although it feels somewhat foreign.
Continue reading “On Arriving Home”
Today I sit quietly at home
Allowing it to be my home again,
although it feels somewhat foreign.
Continue reading “On Arriving Home”
A young child dissolved in giggles at his very first joke,
repeating the punch line in sheer bliss
A red-cheeked adventurer standing high above the town
on a sapphire-blue morning, enraptured in the frosty air Continue reading “Delight”
1.
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.
Joy.
Spirit, you promised me joy!
And I know better than to pretend that
joy
stands alone,
but my heart is heavy in my chest. Continue reading “Joy in the Narrow Way”