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 Ana Lisa de Jong — Sad There is something immensely sad resounding in the depths, and carrying on the airwaves. That is finding a response in us. The groaning…
A poem, by Jenneth Graser — Silence beckons to us first thing, ascending in the pre-dawn mist on the call of animals that can sense day is coming. We wait…
You call, and so often, amid the bustle of our day, we’re distracted and fail to hear your voice. You knock, but our lives are untidy, unprepared, and so we…
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