by Mary Harwell Sayler — Having the First Word Into first being God uttered water, broke open the night, spilled light and water everywhere. The earth took God’s…
by Mary Harwell Sayler — Beside my desk, seashells show evidence of life outgrowing the old self and discarding hard protective layers that once encompassed vulnerabilities. Praise the Lord!…
By Maria Egilsson — In the stillness Shadows sweep Edged in Filigree gold As Grace Calls us To come Out of the Hiding places That suffocate The soul To slip…
By John Birch — May your feet tread lightly within this precious garden, and imprints left behind be simply where you paused to sow a seed of love, where now…
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