I wrapped up Thin Places with this sonnet. It recounts the rescuing God who saw me weeping under the evergreen at that camp so long ago. Yesterday, I read this poem for my webcast about transitions of faith. (Check back, you’ll be able to download it for free in...
I see it starkthe metal-framed bed pushed violentlyagainst the back wallnot so I wouldn’t fall to the floorboardsin a widening crevassebut so I could embrace plasterhope in its protectionas ghosts blew throughso near I tasted their breaths that wallmy...
Today, Deborah wrote a beautiful post about how she loved to write as a child. Check it out at www.themastersartist.blogspot.com. It reminded me of my daughter Sophie, who is quite an amazing writer at eleven years old. I’m going to brag here and post a recent...
