Faith

Love Grows

Isn’t it funny how, mere hours after giving birth to a new little human being, you can hardly remember what life was like without them? It is one of the…

Midwinter Poetry

Janus Fog lies thick over sodden ground —a curtain of winter whites —drawn close around the barren trees,muffling would-be sound and sightof a gray January morning. The year is new….

Holy Days

Each day was created by God with purpose and intent — with each rising of the sun, a new phenomenon was accomplished and with its setting proclaimed “good”. And on…