Now is the Winter of our Soul
Pollen falls like rain, turning the great outdoors bright yellow. The mother hawk cries out victory, as young eyases crack open the confines of their shell. They lift up their heads, with eyes bright sounding their arrival and desire for food. Daffodils break...Ripping Apart to Make One
Velcro tearing was the sound, and the two who were one, began pulling at the seam, trying to clean out what encumbered they’re the union. Marriage is work. Sometimes you want Five o’clock to arrive on the marriage clock so that you can quit working. All...Worship
Music begins to play, and my spirit hears worship. I close my eyes and hum softly. Baby Girl hears as well. She puts down her toy and crawls to where the music is coming out of the computer. Pulling up to stand, she listens. I am suddenly aware of her presence. She...The Winter of our Soul
The Winter of our Soul.
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