Seeking Still

A poem about hearing that still, small voice.



Are you waiting for God to lead you into freedom? Here’s a shortcut!


The heavy spring snow covers everything today. Power lines sag. Tree branches struggle for dignity. Even the ground itself seems to be burdened by the heavy load. And I too feel the weight of it. It is the breaking point of winter. If a person didn’t know the seasons—the hope of spring in their hearts–it […]

Paintbrushes for Pens

“Poetry is beautiful because it takes us to a place we are not wanting to go to ourselves. But we are more than happy to see what another has brought back.” I found this in an old notebook. In my handwriting. So that means I wrote it. Right? I might have, but wow. That’s pretty […]