In every season, in every storm
In moments of questions
In moments of fear
In moments when everything seems so unclear
Be still and know that you are loved … Read More →
There is a subtle panic
in her eyes: she is trying to read me,
trying to understand what it is I could want
from her, but she picks up nothing at all
from my best encouraging face. … Read More →
My silence can be holy, if I feel
The presence, and the touch, of those who care.
A gentle hand, or word, makes joy more real,
And griefs gain substance in a loving prayer. … Read More →
I have seen that shape before
And now I find it troubles me.
Those hands held in just that way.
But I can’t place the memory. … Read More →