We Are Church

The howling wind The hoot of an owl Insist they open their senses Slipping about in the dark Embracing childlike Continue reading →

Merry Gentleman

Travel back through the year gone The sights and smells, dead but everlasting Miraculous peace within advent spirals Pine scents, Continue reading →

The Oxen And The Donkey

Someone recently remarked to me how my writing often dwells on the darker side of life. I am not sure Continue reading →