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The Flame
There was a perfect opening between the trees, A frame for the Flame Of Fire. We walked towards it because that’s what you do when the Sun greets you and then follows you along your path. You realize. We walk in the Light Of Love. __________ In memory of Dee June 20,...
Hands, Feet, Tears
Maybe you can understand why I said yes without hesitation last week. My dear friend, Harriet, asked if I would represent the Christian faith at a Shabbat Service Friday evening, to participate in an interfaith grief ritual. “To come together, facing our broken...
The Carpenter and the Caterpillar: When Hope Wains
It was one of those Monday mornings in early fall when I realized it was time to move on into a new season, but I wasn’t quite there yet. I was struggling. I grabbed at the minutes, wanting more of them, before I had to pack up my briefcase and head into the office...
Still Bearing Fruit
Little tree, I do meet, perchance, strolling on a summer day Your fruit plentiful, with youthful blush you flourish But what of these limbs when winter bares and night winds blow No color then, nor overflowing branches to shade this ground Harvest complete, or so it...