Poetry Friday
A prayer for when we have come to the end of our own resources We struggle, we grow weary, we growtired.We are exhausted, we are distressed, we despair.We give up, we fall down,… Continue reading
A prayer for when we have come to the end of our own resources We struggle, we grow weary, we growtired.We are exhausted, we are distressed, we despair.We give up, we fall down,… Continue reading
Untitled Let us agreefor nowthat we will not saythe breakingmakes us strongeror that it is betterto have this painthan to have donewithout this love. Let us promisewe will nottell ourselvestime will healthe wound,when… Continue reading
Red Brocade The Arabs used to say,When a stranger appears at your door,feed him for three daysbefore asking who he is,where he’s come from,where he’s headed.That way, he’ll have strengthenough to answer.Or, by… Continue reading
The Hope of LovingWhat keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?I think it is the hope of loving,or being loved.I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey;to find… Continue reading