Fields Where Freedom Grows
In Flanders Fields where poppies grow Lines of a poem that I know Today takes on a different meaning To those who are divergently leaning. ‘Lest we... Read more.
Frost and Fire: A Lenten Poem
To have the soul of a poet Lord, To have one that feels to the depths. The gaping wide hole in my soul Lord The sadness and longing must be for Thee. It is... Read more.
Ode to the dishwasher
(On this Thanksgiving morning, you might enjoy this wonderful poem from a Canadian mother, on the philosophy, nay, the very theology, of washing dishes, a... Read more.