
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
The howling wind The hoot of an owl Insist they open their senses Slipping about in the dark Embracing childlike Continue reading
Travel back through the year gone The sights and smells, dead but everlasting Miraculous peace within advent spirals Pine scents, Continue reading
Someone recently remarked to me how my writing often dwells on the darker side of life. I am not sure Continue reading