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 …
By Ana Lisa de Jong — My God is the God of small things. Seeds. Newborn babies. Nutshells that contain multiple truths in humble small containers. My God is the …
By Jenneth Graser — I worship you holder of the earth. I seek to fill myself with the wisdom of your face. You have humbled me by your sovereign ways. …
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 …
By John Birch — So fill us with your love that it might cascade into the ordinariness of our working lives, and others experience the warmth of its flow, spreading …
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 …
By Michael Moore — The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want; He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters; he restores my …
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