Dawning of the age


Celebrations

Early in the morning Afraid of what they’d find, a Sisterhood of grief and trepidation Turned the final corner of the age to find an Empty bed, drooping linens, risen Lord on Resurrection morning.   Eagerly we work and wait the advent As His kingdom comes, His will is done, we Scan the earth and […]

April 4, 2015

The best part about Grandpa


People

Hard workin hands. Logger man hands. I remember how they felt around mine when I was seven, tagging along on his errands. I remember how they looked holding the whoopie pies I baked him, their smooth circles dwarfed by his huge fingers. All of his sons were big sturdy men with hands to match, but […]

February 12, 2013