It has been a long year, this 2016. This election cycle and its results and plenty of painful challenges at work have left me a little ragged and feeling tired and worn out. It hasn’t been all bad. I’ve learned a lot, both from the election and the many conversations…
The song like breath it dances It dances in the evening Cross golden grain its waving Deft fingers they are strumming Strumming the harvest grain The golden grain is waving In the breeze it’s waiving And workers lift their voices Lift voices while they harvest The golden harvest grain Their…
In the silent stillness lay A broken man devoid of life Existence lived on weary roads Running from the constant strife And emptiness of sin Yet amongst the cold dark ash There a gift, a spark is given Hope springs fresh from Holy Hands Pierced by nail, whose side was…