Tent-Making

Let me pitch my tent by a lamppost in the snow somewhere in a dream of witches and wardrobes and wonders that taste of delight and courage. Let me roll out a heavy tarp under a mysterious new moon resting alongside the wise wind and the patient oak tree, until...

Mountaintops

We climb the mountain to wait. Surrounded by a cloud, we wait. While the nations conspire, we wait. When brightness overwhelms us, we wait. Through the long night, we wait. Until the Spirit speaks, we wait. As we wait, we are already: your witnesses, your inheritance,...

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