by Deb Farris | Dec 17, 2022 | Advent, Musings
It was eleven degrees outside and still dark. We were drinking coffee. “Did you really write that? A wee Babe’s face? Todd asked after I read him my poem. “I did. You don’t like it?” “Wee?” “What?” “We don’t talk that way,” he said attempting a Scottish accent. “A...
by Deb Farris | Dec 10, 2022 | Advent, Devotions, Poetry
Fanny sleeps, Mary Watches as Todd fixes the Window that blew off The house. I breath in The scent of pine and coffee And wonder if there Was a send-off. I Look at the lights on our tree And wonder if Christ Met with Moses or Walked with the Father beside Glistening...
