Poetry
Waiting Saints
I have a hope, bright in darkest place; a drowning flood of ocean’s grace to rise around these broken…
December 21, 2008-
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Prose
The Present Promise
“Sing, O daughter of Zion, shout aloud, O Israel! Be glad and rejoice with all your heart, O daughter…
December 10, 2008 -
Poetry
Waiting Saints
I have a hope, bright in darkest place; a drowning flood of ocean’s grace to rise around these broken…
December 8, 2008 -
Prose
The Softest Curse
People live differently during war. There is an intensity and intention to every action and choice. The money that…
December 2, 2008