Mustard Seeds

the lily’s bloom the grazing doe the secret smile For each seed of tenderness we are grateful; for each planting of joy we give you thanks. the hazy dawn the rolling thunder the friendly silence For each seed of wonder we sing gratitude; for each planting of...

Bent Over

* * * Kyrie eleison, the weight of pain has worn me down these long years so much that I have lost my faith in sabbath rest and the hope of healing no longer visits my deepest dreams. Christe eleison, I have longed to lean back and feel the sun’s smile on my...

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